Where does time go? In a puff, it's gone. It just disappears, leaving behind a haze of should'ves, could'ves and would'ves. BUT wonderful memories are interspersed among hindsight and those pesky second guesses that are permanently etched in the crinkles of time as well. That--remembering those things that would otherwise be fleeting smiles or belly laughs long forgotten--is what Thanksgiving is about: consciously taking the time to wave away the haze in order to gain some clarity.
Even though I don't say it enough, I am grateful for so many things. I could never name them all, but here are a few...
---Entertainment - TV - Music - Movies for I'd be uninspired without them---
What are you grateful for?