It felt great! I had a little retreat on Mayne Island over Thanksgiving weekend. I was skipping, breaking out old dance moves, grinning from ear to ear. I felt rejuvenated and juvenile. I drank fresh air and ate up the scenery. I rode my Dad's road bike all over the island which only has hills that go up.
I arrived, biked to the cabin in the dimming light, made a fire, went for a walk and gazed at the stars, took myself out to dinner, then lay in the true black quiet - no street lights, no street noise, only the hum of nature's night life.
Back at "Gamma's" on Sunday evening, devouring turkey and gravy and stuffing, I was in love with my family. It was something to be thankful for.
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