During a campfire holiday interval of sun, wind and rain, we are introduced to a steamy moisture from our tree-lined shore where a bouquet of scent morphs into pungency, its mixture of kelp and fishy leftovers include crumbled clam shells, hulls from crabs, decorated with sharpened driftwood tidbits treating our feet to a smorgasbord of pain. Much later in the safety of a proper roof, warm bath, and escape from mosquitoes, we dwell on memories.
Richard L. Provencher
My wife, Esther and I are "born-again" and enjoy sharing our writing. It is a Christian Outreach for us. Our E-mail is: firstname.lastname@example.org. You are invited to visit our website at: www.wsprog.com/rp/. Free downloads available. We live in Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada. Please pray for one another.