Over the River and Through Kissimmee

Light angled through the trees in mythical fashion draws me out the back door to the corner chair on the porch. With coffee in hand, I sit and just stare at the lines showing through the leaves in the oaks behind the house and the height of the pine tree that grew miraculously tall this year. I feel the soft, cool air across my legs not covered by my robe, and I am thankful. It's a quiet day because most commerce has come to a stand still and the major noise in the air is that of singing birds or cars moving on the roads to family destinations for hot potatoes and gravy and juicy turkey. You may hear an occasional motorcycle passing by; if you look closely, it may be maroon with gold pinstripes and say "Midtown Cycles" on the back. That's Darren and me. Today we're going on our own Thanksgiving journey, over the river and through Kissimmee to Ruthie's house in Lake Hamilton to share our lives and this beautiful day with family. Thank you, God, for this most amazing day.

How precious is your steadfast love, O God! All people may take refuge in the shadow of your wings. They feast on the abundance of your house, and you give them drink from the river of your delights. For with you is the fountain of life; in your light we see light. 
Psalms 36:7-9

Happy Thanksgiving and peace. Love, Linda