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...