Sep-22-2012, 12:38 AM (UTC)
(This post was last modified: Sep-22-2012, 12:44 AM (UTC) by Narya.)
I grew up in sunny California, near the coast, where it never snowed. Singing about white Christmases was a tradition that never bothered me, though when I thought about it, I did have a hard time fitting snow, sleighs, and reindeer in with the rather arid setting of the original Christmas.
And as for the title of this thread, I've been hiking in Yosemite (a glorious 11 day trip, including one 12 hour hike up to the rim and back), staging a birthday for my 90 year old dad, re-learning how to swim, winning medals at the dragon boat festival, reading voraciously, and, sadly, working full time.
And as for the title of this thread, I've been hiking in Yosemite (a glorious 11 day trip, including one 12 hour hike up to the rim and back), staging a birthday for my 90 year old dad, re-learning how to swim, winning medals at the dragon boat festival, reading voraciously, and, sadly, working full time.
But as for me, my heart is with the Sea, and I will dwell by the grey shores until the last ship sails.