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 really enjoy writing. It is an excellent salve, in addition to prayers, a great wife and family during my continuing recovery from a stroke/aneurysm. You can contact us at: firstname.lastname@example.org re comments on our work. We live in Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada. Pray for others.