25°. A thin mist blows up river encasing the morning sun giving hope of God’s serene kindness, our own private star heater. The seagulls are back, a small floating island of white in the morning will swoop and swirl all day in their joy of being here. Soon, I hope, they will be joined by the flock of Great American White Pelicans and the goofy troop of little Coots that always seem to winter next to Fair Haven. East Tennessee attracts all kinds of snowbirds. God is good. All the time. God is good.
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