Never let it be said that I’m ungrateful. I’ve always been exceptionally thankful for all the charms of my mad existence – and most especially for the family and friends who have been there for me all my life. That’s all that matters in the end – the rest of the stuff is merely filler, objects to pass the time and entertain the troops. Lately, I’ve come to incorporate gratitude into every day – finding something for which to be thankful, because there is always something. It’s never hard to find. On a recent morning it was the way the dead fountain grass stalks looked in the afternoon sunlight against a blue sky.
I’ve always been grateful for beauty, and I always will be.
Perhaps I should write something more profound on this day set aside for thanks.
Perhaps being grateful is enough.
Happy Thanksgiving to you.
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