Thanksgiving, Somewhere New

Thanksgiving is next weekend, and some of us won’t be home.

That’s okay. A table can be anywhere. The oven is tiny and the cousins are far away, but the gravy is still gravy.

An RV table is small, so the menu gets honest:

• a turkey breast, not the whole bird
• one pie, shared
• whoever is parked beside you

Set it with the good plates. Light a candle against the early dark.

Gratitude doesn’t need a dining room. It needs a window and good company.

Outside, the leaves are letting go. Inside, it’s warm and bright. Pass the potatoes, twice.