On Serenity, Striving, and Shall We Gather at the River
A few days ago, at the park near our house, I stopped and sat on a bench. I point this out because it is highly irregular for me. I wasn’t tired, I had no book with me, no tablet in which to write, ergo, no reason to stop. Only there was a bench, the bench… Read More On Serenity, Striving, and Shall We Gather at the River
