On a cool, gray Thanksgiving morning I mounted my bicycle in order to take stock of GNV as we approach the end of 2022.
And I am once again reminded that we are privileged to live in this glittering island of blue amid the turbulent sea of red that is Flori-duh.
I was thankful that we are a city of colorful murals, and that they enrich our lives.
And it occurred to me that not everybody is content to wait until dinner time before partaking of a Thanksgiving feast.
Riding through the Duck Pond I came upon this gathering of neighbors for an early Thanksgiving celebration in the park. We are nothing if not a community.
There was time on my ride to ponder some of life’s imponderables. Where indeed?
Pausing at the Thomas Center it occurred to me that in every life there is a time to “lay your burdens down, boy, lay your burdens down.” Even the mighty oaks know when to stand at rest.
Swinging through downtown I decided that the kids are alright.
And that life can be a glittering ball of color and light if only you take the time to savor it.
Stopping at Starbucks for a cup of tea, I was disturbed to see some of those damned scooters cluttering up the sidewalk. So annoying!
Honestly, I can’t think of another single object that so degrades the urban landscape.
In which I stumble upon signs of our times.
And still more signs of our times. (Don’t mind the mannequin. Mannequins never get a day off, not even on Thanksgiving.)
At Depot Park I was moved to wonder: If ducks and turtles can peacefully coexist, why can’t we?
I spotted this ghost bike on University Avenue. A grim reminder that not all weapons of mass destruction come with a trigger.
Creeks run through us. And that surely is cause for giving thanks.
I second that motion. Mind the gap please.
In which I resolved not to give up. At least not until tomorrow night when Florida meets its Waterloo…um, the ‘Nols.
Your moment of Thanksgiving Zen.
I love this town!