Fr Josh,
you’re sending me to hell on a fast train. Your pictures of Tofino keep evoking pure, unadulterated envy from me.. so now I have been thrown into sin as I was mucking about, minding my own business.
The hypnotic sound of the river currents, the scent of the forest, the solitude of the bird in flight etched against the sky.
Meanwhile I am deep in the heart of Texas being cooked as in a rotisserie in triple digit temperatures.
(My wife loves the Anchoress and shares your enthusiasm for her writing.)
Fr Josh,
you’re sending me to hell on a fast train. Your pictures of Tofino keep evoking pure, unadulterated envy from me.. so now I have been thrown into sin as I was mucking about, minding my own business.
The hypnotic sound of the river currents, the scent of the forest, the solitude of the bird in flight etched against the sky.
Meanwhile I am deep in the heart of Texas being cooked as in a rotisserie in triple digit temperatures.
(My wife loves the Anchoress and shares your enthusiasm for her writing.)