Sitting in the afterglow of a beautiful day. Headphones on listening to Evening Kitchen by Band of Horses. I can hear our sons Michael and Adam singing this like they did at our last family trip to Splendor Mountain. I’m scanning friends’ photos on facebook with the music in my ears. Families smiling, football games, glasses of wine, empty places in honor of soldiers, sailors, airmen and marines lost in battle or lost to the holidays while deployed, prayers, plates of food, family pets and people napping. Vignettes of other people’s lives. Snippets in others’ time.

Our Thanksgiving prayer today was a circle of 22 people holding hands in our great room, a little churchy for this Episcopalian, but I was just feeling it today. I usually fret over my prayer, but today I just busted it out, sort of in Rick McKnight style. Don’t know if it is what I’m going through with my health or if I just got a drift from my muse or the first ever gathering of all four of our sons for our Thanksgiving meal. This day was good. Thank you God for this day.