Morning dawns calm on Scotts Creek (part of the Elizabeth River). The sign is gone, but everything else is fine. That crumbling pier you see has been gone for decades.
My porch is almost back to normal. I brewed some coffee and read my Bible out there. God has been good to 256. This venerable old lady stood firm as she has through wind, snow, tempests, and rain for one hundred years. This is what I see this morning, my view from 256.
