When Spirits Stir at Sunset
Haints and boodaddys still float through the creeks holding secrets of the night.
The air over the Sea Islands didn’t just hang; it hummed with the weight of secrets held in the shadows of darkness. Joe felt it in his marrow long before the sky began to transition from a pale, hazy blue to a palette of violet, apricot, and deep crimson. Snowy egrets and blue herons took flight in silence, heading toward their nighttime rookeries.
