Walking by the waters edge at the fall of twilight, you can see the silhouette of ships coming up the waterway into ports. They come with treasures from foreign lands, bringing their bounty to southern shores. The smell of the ocean stirred up by the evening breeze makes you feel alive. Lights come on at the water front as restaurants offer their wares, seafood freshly caught from the depths of the dark Atlantic ocean. Gulls cry over head as they catch the last bits of the sea breezes before heading off to some quiet perch to wait for the sun to come again. As night sets in, beyond the waterfront, rows of stoic houses from a time long past are lit up with gas lamps that cast haunting shadows over black iron gates. The Spanish moss hangs from old oak trees that have seen more than their share of life, like an elegant beard to be reverenced. The cobble stone streets make a tapping sound beneath your feet as you walk to a grand fountain just off of the main square. Then as the moon rises a golden yellow over the surrounding city, you can see the images of ghostly figures from the past walking as wisp from a different time. Then when you feel a night chill, you know it is time to take your rest in the comfort of cotton sheets with the window open towards the water, so that cool breezes can comfort you and the morning sun will wake you in Savannah.