on the way home
Happy to be home after a visit to my Dad in Pennsylvania. It really doesn’t matter when you stop for a moment and give thanks, does it? Turkey Day is a good reminder to do so. I give thanks for my family, for this wonderful place I call home, and for the fact that I work at something I love and gives me great satisfaction. This was the scene out the car door window as we were driving back last night. One of my “quirks” is that I often will stop for a moment and look at the sky, which always offers beautiful colors to admire and a humble reminder of my place in the universe.
