Journey of Thanksgiving
On a brisk, winter evening, I was walking in the middle of the road to avoid the deep snow on either side of the street. The wind was howling in my ear, through the beanie on my head, and the falling snow was whipping my face and making the way ahead blurry. The distance I was traveling was no longer than one mile, but in these conditions, I felt like I was on a 100-mile trek across a frozen tundra. The majority of this journey was a nightmare for me. I was in poor spirits and had a complaint in my heart. Everything changed, however, when I turned the corner just before my house. The wind stopped abruptly and so did I. Looking up for the first time on my walk, I breathed in the crisp air deeply. I was entranced by a peaceful silence all around. The snow was now falling gently to the ground and I felt embraced by a protective bubble of calm assurance. “This is what it must feel like to live inside a snow globe,” I thought to myself. No longer did I feel the cold. Instead, there was...