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