"bastion. She stopped just short of the southern door to grab a clean set of clothes. Today she picked a pair of olive cargo pants from her stack of pants and a brown shirt from the stack of shirts. She had cleaned her clothes last week so she still had a substantial set of pants and shirts. There were no bright colors in either pile, mostly browns and greens. With her set of clothes in hand she slipped her slender arm through the iron bars of the door. Black paint, which had once been shiny and sleek, now sat chipped and scratched. She easily unlocked her security measure and quickly unwrapped the heavy chain that lay twisted around the door and the corresponding wall as she did every morning. She left the door open and the lock hanging in place.
She stepped from underneath the red bricked arches of the lower quarters and onto the warm tall grass of the parade ground. It was indeed a beautiful day. She could not see a cloud in the deep blue sky around her. The wind was blowing at a sustained pace strong enough to bring her auburn hair to life and dance in the sunshine. She ran her right hand through her shoulder length hair. She kept it just long enough to wrap into a bun, less to brush and maintain. She had to brush it at least twice a day to keep the salt, from the brackish waters she bathed in, from causing her hair to be matted and coarse. The mouth of the Savannah River was not exactly her friend, unlike the three friends in front of her.Two tall pecan trees stretched high above the upper tier of the fort. Around their bases more pecans than she could ever eat sat on the shaded soil. She had named those two Ruth and Beth. The cool finger tips of fall rustled their leaves and they sang a sweet song toward her. Those deep green leaves sang triumphantly, ready to enter the final stages of their short lives, ready to splash the canvas with a bold brown, before they fell heroically and heralded the coming winter. She loved her tall pecan trees, but she absolutely adored their nearby neighbor. Just south of them was her favorite staple: figs. The fruit from the fig bush did not have a great flavor, but they were enjoyable and, especially this summer, provided her"
|Another shot of River Street, before the fall of the|
free world, as depicted in TSS.