This is Thanksgiving weekend in Canada.
Canada is famous for the flaming beauty she displays in fall, and Thanksgiving weekend is the usually the peak of the show.
The Canadian "personality" is quietly self effacing to a fault, so this outrageously bold demonstation of unabashed glory, seems to seep into our consciousness as permission to go big, at least in one area. In this at least, we are rudely, blazingly celebratory. Oh, Canada!
This morning, before 7.00 a.m., I drove home from a "post test" night at the sleep clinic. I marveled at the traffic on the highway, even at that time of the morning. Where were all these people going at such an early hour on a Saturday? I would love to know!
But we all saw what sleepyheads missed; the smoky mist rising from the fields on either side of the gray tongue of pavement seeming to roll endlessly north; and the flaming red, gold and orange trees, like glowing coals on beds of silvery ash.
I am thankful beyond words for my adopted homeland. I am grateful for a health system that I can access when I need it--and for the wellbeing I am experiencing as a result of the sleep clinic.
This short post is just a start. I have a story to tell that will take a little extra time. Stay tuned, friends.
And Happy Thanksgiving!