This is the same portage. I lift the canoe.
I look for treelight scraping into creeks.
Down there words shimmed for love are damning up… 82 more words
I guess this is just about my favorite holiday of the year. It is really simple for me because the focus is on being thankful. It began with a group of survivors recognizing God’s merciful grace to sustain the very few of them who survived the year in a desolate and unwelcoming place. 280 more words
When I was a child, I always fantasized about a typical winter: snowmen; huge Christmas trees; everything is covered by snow; people sitting around fireplaces warming up themselves… For me, it was impossible to see that because the winter in Hongkong is so mild, there is never snow, and Hongkong people freak out when temperature drops to a single digit. 1,116 more words