it was a feeling of desolation—of being unmoored, set adrift at sea
anticipation on Christmas morning
climbing on old farm equipment
hot tea and cold pizza
the sound of tiny feet on hard wooden floors
The Wonderful World of Disney, (1968-1979 version)
the smell of burning sage
painting mismatched chairs from flea markets
chasing dogs through corn fields
To everyone in the U.S., Happy Thanksgiving.
I’ll be back next week.