Thankful

For people. That I love people, and that I need people, and that on some days, people need me, too. For eggs, and all the ways you can cook them. For the strangers who smile back when I smile at them. For the song Valerie. For sneezing, and for white russians. For weekends at Rogues, and for the neon lights at Burgos in the wee hours of the morning. For being excited about the day.

For airplanes, and trains, and boats, and cars, and for the promise of an adventure ahead that they hold. For the lovely places I find myself in when I'm in between sleep and awake. For cold pillows, and mornings when I can go back to sleep. For free samples. For free anythings. For Dr. Seuss, and for puddles (and galoshes). For midnight road trips. For the road. For the ocean. For chocolates, and tents, and the smell of books. For twigs and branches and trees. For the sparkling asphalt. For kisses, and for holding hands, and for being in someone's arms. For light, and for the little invention that was made to capture light. For peeling sunburns. For the places that are staying with me. For coming home, and for feeling loved.

For the times I saw things that moved me to tears, and for all the world I have yet to see.