Yesterday I wrote about the neighborhood around my house church. Today I want to share about what the ravine itself was like.
The community is a maze of narrow walkways and staircases. Keishna navigates them the way I navigate Dallas. She knows every street and everyone- oftentimes on our trip she would stop and talk to former neighbors, asking them how they were doing and letting them know she was taking me "visiting."
In the opposite corner is a door bent past 90 degrees. Dominique tells me this was the front door to the house that used to be where we were now standing.