Thanksgiving

In my nest I build on my friends' sofa, smelling the pies my friend is baking, my dog curled up at my feet with her Corgi bud, knowing my family is healthy and well, feasting with friends later, old and new. Knowing the beauty and might of nature, seeing children grow into admirable people that give me hope, friends I admire, food to share, being welcomed into the country just one generation up. Pools of love. Pockets of love. Flashes of love. Music.