giving thanks

Every day is really this day--a day for giving out our gratitude freely.

I am thankful for the streets of trees turning gold and red; for the cold bite of the wind, while knowing it is five times colder in Minneapolis; for the wormhole in my heart--growing smaller and larger, both at once--for the spine that holds me straight before my computer in the evenings, and lets me stretch across my bike in the morning.
I give thanks to those who love me without reason, to those who leave without explanation, and to the kind solidity of a library book, a pumpkin pie, and a calendar to record the future in. And I give particular thanks today to the woman who writes "thankful thursdays", who's idea I respectfully beg, borrow, and steal.