I’ve already made a couple of lists like this, but personally I love reading and writing little introductions - perhaps you do, too, so I’ll write another.

Likes:

1. The colour green.

2. The smells of the ground after rain, woodsmoke, (particularly woodsmoke and rainy earth combined on winter days) and onions frying in niter kibbeh, a kind of African butter.

3. Bluegrass music.

4. Spring, but it’s pretty much tied with autumn.

5. Mornings, especially sunny or rainy ones, but I like to go outside each evening to write or just think.

6. Whistling and winking ;) I whistle while I walk, while I write or read, while I hang out washing, and while I brush my hair (unfortunately whistling is rendered impossible when brushing teeth).

7. Singing Deanna Durbin songs while washing dishes.

8. When my dog accidentally somersaults because he’s so excited and he trips while he’s running.

Dislikes:

1. Grey days. A day should be either sunny or rainy, as I said before, but one that is neither feels very dull and unfriendly.

2. When it rains for a week while I’m on holiday at the beach :,(

3. When people type “lol” at things that aren’t actually terribly funny and you know they most definitely didn’t laugh out loud.

4. When random people very purposefully avoid looking at me as I pass them on the street ... maybe they’re just so used to looking down at their phones that they’ve forgotten a world exists outside of the internet?

5. K-pop and manga.

6. A lack of grammar and common sense.

7. When someone misunderstands me over text and I try to explain myself but only lead them into further confusion.

8. When I pick up a nice apple from the fruit bowl and it’s rotten on the opposite side :(

Though it is still dark out, he moves about as everyone is still in dreamland.

He kisses each a farewell on his way to go and provide for his family, to do what he can.

The day passes with stress, hustle, more and more work to get done; he’s used to this though, and happy to have a way to take care of everyone.

Before he knows it he looks up and the day has turned dark once more.

He’s home now, and happy to be at his family's core.

He stands at the wash basin staring at his hands of ache.

His hands of calluses, cuts and nicks.

His hands of honor; then he goes and sits.

He holds the hands of his family in prayer over their family meal and is grateful for that pain.

He feels blessed to be where he is, he works hard and is happy the good Lord has helped him maintain...

ARay