I heard that the temperature in BJ (Beijing, not Barnes Jewish) was 39.6C (103.3F) today.  In comparison, the weather in NY is so much nicer - the sun makes sure to show its face everyday, but like a celebrity, it tries to avoid too much publicity, so before the air gets too hot, a few clouds would drift over and pour down their blessings.  The nurturing combination of shine and rain has painted every hill and valley green.  The wavy landscape and winding roads of NY state are slowly growing on me.  My parents have developed this healthy habit of taking walks outside after dinner, rain or shine or snow, and this temperature now is just perfect for it, though everytime a small skirmish would take place between my mom and dad over whether to bring an umbrella for the road.  Sometimes we would be walking outside right after a small shower, and the rainbow would remind me of God's covenant with Noah.  Today we let the umbrella rest at home, and half way through our walk, dark and thick clouds mixed with lightening started flying our way.  The originally bright world outside darkened over just minutes.  We fastened our steps - the usual leisurely walk turned into a shuffling run as the darkness and thundering chased after us, it felt almost like a scene from the War of the Worlds.  I wasn't afraid of being wet, but the gloominess of the overcast sky and the austerity of the thunder and lightening demanded my respect, maybe even fear.  Luckily, the big rain drops only started pouring after we reached the safety of home.  Sometimes people write stories without any "point" to it, I guess this is one =P

I wish the feeling of being done would last forever - maybe that's what the new heaven and new earth will be for, no more struggling, no more ladders to climb, no more battles to fight, and God would smile and say, well done my good servant - but until then, the satisfaction of being done only lasts until the next project, next step, next phase in life, though I must rejoice and give thanks for what God has already brought me through. 

If I went to a liberal arts college I should've been a history major - I love old people telling old stories about old things in the old times.

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