Thanksgiving. I love this day. Last night, I put a pork shoulder on the smoker, and it’s coming along nicely this morning. I went out to the smoker to check on the meat and was met by cold, sunshine, birds chirping, and the stillness of no one driving to work or heading out for the day. Thanksgiving is a quiet day and the morning is the quietest part of it.
I’m soaking up its stillness.