Today was one of those perfect fall afternoons, clear skies, crisp air, and sunlight that makes everything feel a little more golden. I decided to take a walk through Tattnall Square Park, right here in Macon. I don’t know what it is about this park, but every time I come here, it feels like time slows down just enough for me to catch my breath.
The trees were glowing with that late autumn light, and the paths were quiet except for a few scattered leaves rustling under my steps. It felt peaceful, like the whole park was having a moment of stillness, and I was lucky enough to be part of it.
I snapped a quick self-portrait while walking. Nothing fancy, just me, my long black hair catching a bit of wind, and that classic curved walkway behind me. I wanted to remember how I felt in this moment, grateful, grounded, and smiling for no reason at all.
Tattnall has this quiet magic. It holds memories in its trees and stories in its sidewalks. I know I’ll look back on today and smile all over again.
No big story, just a beautiful day and a photo to hold it still.
