a place to be

i don't live on this road, unfortunately. my road is a main arterial between two communities here. this road is behind my land, aptly named hill road. i have walked, run, ridden my mare, or my bike here for 24 years. i remember the joy of finally being able to run these hills with no wind issues. my knees won't let me run now.
layered rural calligraphy
wild cucumber
november palette 
giving thanks is a good thing to do. 
i'll have a small celebration, the kids won't be home, but that's ok. they know how much they are loved, how thankful i am they are in the world. and when we are together next time, we will celebrate.
may your thanksgiving be full of light.