I walked for two hours Thanksgiving morning, leaving just after the sun rose. It was cloudy and the forecast called for rain later in the day so I wanted to head out early. I visited my favorite local trails and took in the beauty around me, thinking of the friends no longer on this Earth who are unable to do so. Thinking of their families without them today. I almost welcomed the cold as it hit my face, thankful to feel it, thankful my legs could carry me for two hours of walking, thankful my eyes could see the birds and the last of the leaves changing color. Thanksgiving means something different to all of us- for some it is sitting down to a meal with family, eating traditional fare. Today I thought back to those traditional Thanksgivings of my childhood, lost to the passage of time and family moving away or becoming estranged. I am thankful for the good in my life, the good people and friends in my life, and all that comes with that. Not just on the last Thursday of November, but everyday. That’s what Thanksgiving means to me.