Early morning brought a sliver moon winking back from the heavens, as skeletal trees scraped the sky. We sit, my Beloved and I, on the sofa and enjoy the comfort of hot coffee and a warm dog between us. All is good on this morning after a festive November holiday. We sit, and I think about the previous day, a day filled with travel and bellies full after a sumptuous repast.
Thanksgiving morn’ broke with slight trepidation as I wondered just how much traffic awaited us on the byways to the south shore.
Pleasantly though, not a hint of serpentine metal greeted us; no snaking lines of gleaming vehicles inched along the asphalt. Instead, open lanes whisked us to our destination, with only a tiny snag where three lanes reduced to two.
Beside that slight hiccup our journey was met with sun and sparkling waters and, as we approached the end of our trip, I jokingly mentioned whether we’d witness a few hearty souls (or idiots, depending on your take) out on the links.
And sure enough there were a smattering of men, all clad in heavy coats, lugging their carts behind them. They trudged across frozen tundra to locate their respective small dimpled white ball. (Between 380 and 432 dimples, if anyone’s counting. Brains cells, probably a tad less.)
The temperature hovered in the twenties with a whipping wind that dipped the wind chill into the teens. (Perhaps the men were idiots after all.) They braved winter while the women folk huddled over steaming stoves and stoked the home fires.
Upon arrival I chose to perch upon a bar stool and sip a cabernet and take in the aromas of a busy kitchen. Only my eyes ventured outside where, in the distance, a few surfers (surfers!) were catching waves close to a rock-strewn shore. (I surmised these individuals possessed the Y chromosome as well.)
Soon we sat to a laden table lit by candlelight. Hilarious banter ensued, hearty stories providing smiles all around. It was a perfect moment; a gathering of folk nestled near, drinks and food close by, light-hearted chatter that allowed one to forget any hint of worry. Truly a moment spent in the moment.
I gazed at the assemblage; ten people enjoying a closeness and the holiday spirit. I sat there, comfortable, and thought about my family, hoping that my Mum and my far-flung siblings and their families were enjoying just such a gathering, enjoying such a commingling of warm and memorable moments.
The ride home was equally quick, with nary a traffic snarl in sight. Arriving home early allowed me to contemplate such a day. It made me pause and think how lucky I am, one soul entwined with others, truly thankful to have partook in such a healing and calming day with loved ones.
On this post-Thanksgiving morning, I am grateful and give thanks to those who provided my family with such warmth, love, and much comfort.
May your own Thanksgiving have been as healing and delightful as my own.
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