Cold air is settling in as fallen leaves, acorns, pine needles and cones litter the ground. Marks of the types of trees that surround me while I settle in for the coming winter.
Hot chocolate in my cup, the sweet taste and warmth in my belly. I stop to consider how lucky I am. Someone who loves me. A warm place to call home. A comfortable bed with fluffy blankets and pillows , food to eat and water to drink.
I look into my cup. The steaming chocolate is a treat for me. I consider people who don’t have a treat, or a bed, or a home.
I look forward to Thanksgiving next week. John and I are staying home. Paying for that meal will be a stretch, but we will have a meal.
My thoughts are with those who won’t.