Thanksgiving?
The air was heavy with what appeared the be lingering dew drops a few hours late, for it was not rain it was...mist. A cooling where cooling was not necessary as bundled bodies trudged quickly by, grasping for their coat collars in hopes that that one extra inch would calm their chills and slow the rhythms of their chattering teeth.
I stood on the corner for just a moment before making my way back home and took my focus away from the immediate steps in front of me. A gust of piercing wind blew my hood from the top of my dully painted head and I felt my cheeks turn red from the cold, but I was thankful...because I felt it.
I finally began walking toward my destination, seeing everything around me in seperate frames of what would make beautiful photographs of warm colors and brilliant textures. Leaves danced to the accompaniment of the wind, ecouraging me to move forward but never forget what has past and fallen. It was then that I caught myself smiling unintentionally.
I eventually made it to the crosswalk where a dotted red hand began to blink upon my arrival. I would normally experience a brief moment of panic at the site of this, before darting across the street to beat the cars that were to soon be in my way...but today I said "I'll wait."
I was in no hurry for anything. Not a worry crossed my mind, not one doubt or false hope drew the appreciation out of me. I lead a wonderful life. I care for and am cared for. I have a crazy, but incredible family that I can always come home to. I have loved deeply and have been loved in return. Yes, there's much I miss but nothing that I can't experience again.
At this particular moment I even appreciated pain. For in the end, pain is just another way of knowing you're alive. And that is something we have no right to be anything but thankful for.
I am lucky, I am content and above all I am thankful.
I stood on the corner for just a moment before making my way back home and took my focus away from the immediate steps in front of me. A gust of piercing wind blew my hood from the top of my dully painted head and I felt my cheeks turn red from the cold, but I was thankful...because I felt it.
I finally began walking toward my destination, seeing everything around me in seperate frames of what would make beautiful photographs of warm colors and brilliant textures. Leaves danced to the accompaniment of the wind, ecouraging me to move forward but never forget what has past and fallen. It was then that I caught myself smiling unintentionally.
I eventually made it to the crosswalk where a dotted red hand began to blink upon my arrival. I would normally experience a brief moment of panic at the site of this, before darting across the street to beat the cars that were to soon be in my way...but today I said "I'll wait."
I was in no hurry for anything. Not a worry crossed my mind, not one doubt or false hope drew the appreciation out of me. I lead a wonderful life. I care for and am cared for. I have a crazy, but incredible family that I can always come home to. I have loved deeply and have been loved in return. Yes, there's much I miss but nothing that I can't experience again.
At this particular moment I even appreciated pain. For in the end, pain is just another way of knowing you're alive. And that is something we have no right to be anything but thankful for.
I am lucky, I am content and above all I am thankful.