Carried by the Tide

“The cosmos doesn’t call often — but when it does, it whispers directly to the soul.” I never expected to see the northern lights in South Carolina once — much less four times. Back in 2024, the sky surprised me twice: first in May, when a geomagnetic storm painted faint colors over the fields, and again in October, when the horizon glowed in soft waves that didn’t feel real. I remember thinking, This is it. This is my once-in-a-lifetime shot.  If I ever wanted to see the aur

"The Proud Guardian" - Hand-carved in the early 1900s, the Herschell-Spillman carousel lion roars with timeless majesty. With its flowing mane, ornate saddle, and fierce yet noble stance, it has carried generations of riders — a symbol of courage, strength, and the magic of the Pavilion’s golden era. There’s a place tucked beside the water, where the golden lights hum softly as the sun slips low. It’s not far from the fudge shop or the fountain with the pennies. If you pause,