Cantonese Gospel Sunday
By Henry Leung
While sitting on the moistened deck and as the fog slowly burns away, I admire and reflect. I reminiscence the glory of yester-year as the red and gold canopy radiates under the morning sun. The symphonic colors of the table cloths billow as the light breeze nudges them to wake up. A familiar sound of water boiling in tea pots harmonize with the jovial murmurs of those gathering for morning coffee which echo in the brisk air. The temperature has dropped considerably compared to the previous 3 Sundays… a sure sign of change. Read more →