Thanksgiving
As we finish dressing the table, the room is dizzy with aromas
and the turkey teases with a golden, honey-like translucence.
Candles, nestled in poinsettia settings, provide a flickering, golden,
almost magical light that’s refracted in windows, crystal and white tablecloth.
I hear Leeza nearby, swinging the living room with laughter. Everyone is
giddy from drink, mouth watering hunger and near impossible expectations.
I wish you all a safe, Happy, Thanksgiving.
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