We woke up on Thanksgiving day still feeling full from our previous feasting.
After our company left, Jessica and I considered the cool, quiet day ahead of us and knew there was only one thing we both wanted to do.
We found a trail in Waterton and attempted to walk off a bit of the turkey dinner we'd so enjoyed.
The colors were stunning.
The temperature was warm.
The park was empty.
We listened to the geese and ducks, watched a bear grazing on a hill (no doubt feasting on whatever was left on the ground before going to sleep for the winter), and paid extra attention to the beauty that comes with the changing of a season.
I'm convinced that, for me, gratitude is most easily felt when walking in the woods.
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