Where the Door Is Always Open..

As you follow the roads on this water encapsulated paradise, you find yourself covered by the larger towering live oaks that sway in the ever present breeze that catches your breath every moment that your here. This is why I stay, for even if you do not have a soft heart or a kind eye, you cannot but help to be seduced by her beauty. Amelia is a place of sweet surrender of all senses. Hearing my children laughing as they play with their friends through the neighborhood in which we live, the calls of the hawks that fly overhead, and the sound of the ocean that you can hear even though we are 7/10 of a mile from it. All enchanting, all encompassing. Walking downtown, listening to the different sounds of life coming from the store fronts as you walk by. Watching the different styles of tourists and locals alike as they walk side by side on the sidewalks where memories are made. Hearing Ms.Cyndi or Mr. Bob as they ride by in their carriages on the elegant tours of historic Fernandina. Hearing the whoops from passersby as Mr. Felix sells his peanuts from his bikes and plays his melodic harmonica. These are the sounds of south in its prime. These are the sounds of Amelia. Children, laughter, surf, tears, joy, and pain. All of these have made this town such a staple on the chart of every person that has ever come across her. This is why I have made her my home and why I shall never leave her. Amelia, for where your heart is always captured and where the door is always open.