Happy Thanksgiving
It was the end of November, and the evening held the warmth of the last days of Indian Summer, with only a slight nip of fall in the air. The smell of burning leaves graced the night air. I sat in the shadows of my front porch, rocking and listening to the night sounds. My old gray sweater wrapped tight around me to keep out the chill. These old bones didn’t take to the cold anymore.
The rocker beside me was empty. I wanted someone to share this incredible evening. Fall was...