Get low enough and Forsyth Park reveals itself as a cathedral. The live oaks arch overhead, their moss-draped branches interlocking across the path like vaulted stone, the fog holding just enough to soften the distance into something luminous. Azaleas burn magenta at the edges. A lone figure walks ahead, unhurried, already half dissolved into the light.
This is the central promenade of Forsyth Park on a March morning in 2026 — shot from pavement level, wide, looking straight into the heart of it. Leaves scattered on the wet concrete. Lampposts receding in perfect procession. The whole scene pulling you forward the way great paths always do, with the quiet suggestion that whatever is at the end is worth the walk.
Savannah has been doing this to people for three hundred years.
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