Vespers

Following a shortened workday and a quick grocery store stop, I tucked into the kitchen and soon had a pumpkin pie baking, my fingers crossed for a perfect, flaky crust. Against the oven's heat, I opened a window and heard the sound of our church's carillon calling out across wet roofs and bare treetops.

After a quick dinner, Gus and I walked together to attend a Thanksgiving Eve service. The sky sprinkled a fine mist and high above, a muffled moon hung amidst heavy clouds. As we arrived at church, the stained glass windows, lit from inside, were an impressive sight, and one we do not see often. A small group gathered for worship and song, and after exchanging Thanksgiving wishes, we returned home under a dark, low sky.