On my walk this morning, I decided to celebrate Thanksgiving right then and there. It was the most beautiful day imaginable; a balmy 80 degrees, no humidity, a soft caressing breeze, and a Colorado blue sky with billowing clouds preparing for afternoon showers.
Fall is not my favorite season, but a smile crept across my face upon spotting my first golden yellow Aspen leaves… always a day of significance in the cycle of my years.
I leisurely strolled through my woods, immersed in solitude that was only interrupted by the occasional chatter of squirrels, the rustling of leaves and my own footsteps.
Words will never express how much I cherish solitude.
I am trying to live in the moment and not worry about what could be, while at the same time giving thanks for the gift I have, knowing it could be taken at any time.
I give daily thanks for this year’s abundant rain showers, for they have, for now, protected my woods from the devastation of wildfire.
Today is my Thanksgiving Day.
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