City Streets at Night

It's been a while. We will post more regularly from henceforth. But here is a problem: what if we're not able to post interesting things more often? Our posts might become so boring that, though we post often, no one will want to read them. Then people would stop visiting here altogether. What's worse, we'll be writing bad posts and no one will be visiting. It would be another matter altogether if we were writing good posts and people weren't visiting; we could take pleasure in our good posts without visitors. But we can't take pleasure in bad posts without visitors. At any rate, onward!

We've written about our Thanksgiving dinner. It was excellent. I found it strange that it took so long to prepare it and such a short time to eat it. All the same, it was delicious. Afterwards, we went for a walk by the river. There is a river by our house and it goes for a long way. The river is in a valley, set apart from the roads that run parallel to it. On the banks of the river there are wide walking paths. Many people go down there to walk, to have family picnics, to bike, to play basketball and more. We walked along these paths for about an hour, and arrived in an area of our province that we had not been to before. By this time is was dark. And being surrounded by the many small shops and restaurants, the small apartments, the large apartment buildings and the churches, each with a burning red cross at the top, gave me a sense of mystery and of joy. I felt like a stranger in a strange land, a sojourner here on this lonely, dark planet, and this whole bit of creation groaning and travailing together with me, hoping for the redemption which is not yet complete.