Every spring I try to explain to people the disgusting and annoying number of tiny little flies that flock together to breed, as well as fly into your eyes, nose, mouth, hair, and clothing. I had to run through them on my long run on Sunday. Yesterday I walked back from campus with an essay in my hand, and after I came home and brushed the flies off of me, I found a fly squished in between the pages of my essay. Mmm. But as much as I talk about it, I still don’t think you can quite understand the magnitude of it.
This is the view from my window right now.
I think either all Israelites are on their way out of Kingston, or the Lord is telling me it’s time to move. Cursed Lake Ontario!