This morning, I dodged a few more-than-determined people with their suitcases in tow. They were on a mission, and I respectfully got outta their way.
I'll miss my family this weekend, but I have to say that the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving is one of my favorites of the year. There's a quietness that falls over the village. You can walk into your favorite restaurant, slip into a movie, or just take a walk. It's like a giant exhale...and for the few you pass on the street, you feel like you know them, and you might even nod and say hello.
Happy Thanksgiving Eve.