Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. How are such things even possible? Most things feel misplaced. Twinkling snowflakes hang from lampposts in the closest town. Nighttime begins at 5 p.m. The days in which it's not raining, there's an overcast. & Last Friday my nephew and my brother's girlfriend moved back to Arizona, & brother is soon to follow. Days are no longer the same without hearing my favorite person randomly say, "I love you, Kris" or "You're my best friend." & The exchange of jellyfish high-fives and shark handshakes has come to an end. {Inspired by this video at 5:46.} At least for now. ★