This weekend is Thanksgiving in Canada. Monday is a real holiday here.
No work, probably no blogging, until Tuesday.
Remembering that sadness changes into something beautiful, something big, bigger than words; that sadness is warm, like the ocean that welcomes the setting sun, and full of dignity, like the mountain with its iron fist.
And finally, your thought for the day: Never drive through a small Southern town at 100mph with the local sheriff’s drunken 16-year-old daughter on your lap.
