wildflowers

After Thanksgiving supper, I went for a walk. I left the football to the football people and the creative work to the Creative One and took myself off to the quiet.

wildflowers

I love holiday quiet in the cold weather. (There is no quiet on major holidays in the warm weather. There are too many things to ignite or to sing about or what have you when the air is warm and the days are long.)

wildflowers

This time of year, though, there is a safe and serene place that the cold and dark offer together.

willowtree

On Thanksgiving, the quiet is palpable. It slows the pulse. It stills the air. The landscape slips under the covers of winter for a good rest. The faded flowers of summer stand sentinel to happy memories.  Everything is good.

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