MEIGS COUNTY PARK, TN—The last two nights have been cold with ice forming on the windshield come morning.
Before settling in last night, I bought a small heater which helped with the chill, but it runs on disposable canisters. I hope to make a stand for it somehow—to allow it to run off my main tank.
This morning, as I drove west, a fog enveloped the roadway, creating shadows and shapes in the mist, so I settled in along the Tennessee River to take some photographs and to write and to wait.
I await some answers to questions I don’t know. Something seems undone, but the something remains uncertain.
As I gaze out into the mist across the river, like the shadows in the fog, Her response is vague and mysterious—the details shrouded and unclear.
“There is time,” She whispers, “Not now, but soon.”
I am a man of faith, but I don’t know what She means.
So I’ll let go and I’ll surrender and I’ll watch and I’ll wait.
She’ll let me know when She’s ready—when the time is right.
I am a man of faith.
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