And there she sat at the McCormick and Schupmick's place,
sipping her cosmo amidst the setting sun of the Baltimore harbor.
As she thought about the approaching season of thanksgiving,
she thought about the people, happenings, events, places and chance meetings
that she wanted to be thankful for. But the list started seeming awfully long.
And while it made her more grateful, it also intimidated her. And then it
dawned on her as she witnessed the sun being eaten by the waters that with each
passing day, and with each setting sun, there came a promise full of
thanksgiving that the day had been done and a new day will come soon enough.
And somehow that simple thought made her happy and blissful again!
So there as she sat at the McCormick and Schupmick's place,
she started back on her cosmo; took in the changing skies; laughed a little at
her surroundings for she knew that they won't remain the same tomorrow; took
the last morsel of her peanut butter sandwich; reapplied her makeup for even
though the day was done, the tasks at hand were not; and as she pulled her coat
over her shoulders, she thanked whoever might listen and saved a little
thanksgiving for the approaching day.
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