On this day of thanks, I am grateful for…
The wisps of white clouds that make a blue sky imperfect.
Storytelling that leaves me motionless.
A well-placed thumb in the crease of my elbow.
Innuendos between friends.
Poetry that leaves a hand print on my breast.
Beginnings, middles, and endings.
Doctors who fix hearts.
The first taste of coffee, red wine, and whiskey held in my mouth.
Difficult questions, honest answers, easy silences.
Skirts that twirl when spinning.
A baby I can call nephew.
Old friends from an era that call me Sandy.
Mum’s apple crisp that tastes like Granny’s apple crisp.
Lying in bed while the rain chatters against my window.
Music that curls my toes and squints my eyes.
The ring of my phone instead of the beep of a text.
Words that can be said with a look.
Trees that speak through my hands.