I went to a Thanksgiving service at church last night, and Mom asked about it this afternoon. My reply:
"It was a good service...although, Pastor Doug really shocked me when he went to give me bread..."
"Really?! How!?"
"I dunno...static electricity, I guess."
"Oh. SHOCKED you. I thought maybe he shoved it up your nose."
There's a scent upon the air today...a vibration in my bones...some piece of intuition that tells me that it is going to be a White Thanksgiving.