January is off to a bitter cold start in the panhandle of Florida. Along highway 98, I watch the north wind shove sea water off the shallows of Apalachee Bay. It is low tide: the influential waning moon bares the bay bottom even further.Is it my imagination, or does the sand appear to shiver? Shorebirds have fled for shelter along the backside of the islands. Thousands of scaup and redhead ducks raft tightly in the thin water. A good day … Continue
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My house in Tallahassee is deeply shielded by the hardwood trees of a remnant swamp forest. Most of the year, I can’t see the face of the sun from our windows. But in December the trees drop their leaves, and the sun rises farther and farther south of east. Direct light floods our bedroom and dining room for just a few weeks. I behold the approach of winter solstice. The passage of winter into spring will return the sun to … Continue