On a quiet Thanksgiving morning, his bladder nudged him awake. He had fallen asleep alongside his youngest son, so it took him a few seconds to get his bearings as the alarm clock came into focus. 5AM. He pulled the blankets close as he arched his back, pushing his backside against the heavy breather next to him, milking a few more minutes of the warmth there.
The shelf life...
Thanksgiving day.
Utica, New York.
The first one out the door.
He didn't last long...
...but the snow didn't either.
A Utica Thanksgiving...
It snowed upon our arrival.
It snowed as we left.
…so of course, I took no photos of the snow :)
Our hearts and tummies were filled.
For me…
Long underwear.
Lots of tea.
…and a simple wish for us all to be well.
