I went on a turkey hunt yesterday, under a dark sky, with rain steadily falling, nature quietly preparing for the impending storm. Did I find any? Of course not.

I did find solace – the grey above had almost a greenish tinge which in turn enhanced the reds of the sprigs and branches of the shrubbery stripped of leaves. The colors were harmonious rather than melancholy, and the rain almost cheerful in its relentless drip.

Bald eagles were crossing the river, alighting eventually on some boulders in the middle of the stream, usually covered by water at this time of year. Not after this dry summer.

Ducks were cruising, up and down the rivulets running through the marsh. I heard red-winged black birds sing; that, too, rather late this year.

True thankfulness on this walk, on many walks, on almost every occasion of this vibrant life of mine. Thankful for my family, my friends, my readership, slowly growing and making me feel connected.

I’m signing off for the rest of the week, for some needed rest and recuperation. Wishing you all a Happy Thanksgiving! With music to lift heart and spirits (while bellies sag from all the food – I assume the missing turkeys can be found in your various kitchens…)