Day 290: Thanksgiving

This type of writing is called a zuihitsu.  It's like reflective writing that can be written in different forms.  I chose the list style.

Thanksgiving-  A twenty-six pound turkey, juices lightly sizzling from the golden brown skin that gleams from the oven light.  A creased recipe card sitting near the sink, newly stained from sweet potatoes.  Pie crust dough still stuck under my mother’s finger nails.  Butter dripping off the side of a puffy crescent.    Low light cast over a long table, littered with tiny gourds, pinecones, and red autumn leaves.  My brother’s wide, rough hand in my right and my sister’s soft smaller hand in my left.  Silent murmurs of thanks.