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  • I needed to return to the riverside this evening for a little soul renewal.

    It was cold, just a little above freezing, and much of the snow and ice from Thursday's storm is still on the ground.

    Enough for me to slide and slip my way across the parking lot of the Lincoln Shields Recreation Area before skidding to a halt just before the low concrete barriers on the riverbank's edge.

    I was the only person there, on this huge lot. Now a woven tapestry of tire treads.

    I was not alone though.

    A small flock of seagulls had taken temporary residence on the the surface, and, although they moved a little further away when I exited the car, they stayed.

    I looked out over the water and watched the sun descend.

    Behind me, on the other side of U.S. Route 67, a bald eagle collected fish from the river. I turned to watch it settle onto a high treetop and devour its meal.

    That, plus the cold, made me hungry. So home I went.

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