Thanksgiving at the river.
Where the turkey defrosts on a pile of wood next to the wood stove...
.. in a cabin that Mom makes feel like home.
Next to one of my favorite creeks.
Where I run until my lungs scream for air.
Where the morning fog is thick on the banks of the river while I sip hot coffee.
Where the glow of the moss in the setting sun brings tears to my eyes.
Where I want to lay in the miniature forests that carpet the rocks.
Where I left a piece of my heart...
6 comments:
oh wow. may I please go with you next time?
Sounds like a good place to call home.
sounds wonderful, simply wonderful!
so lovely, i love those little mossy worlds as well. don't need to ask if it was a good time.
Sounds and looks lovley!
what a great place for a holiday! love.it.
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