From Knoxville, driving, the sky slowly softening to a chill silver-white, the hills and turns of road falling into black, the lights of trucks racing past.
Arriving for suppertime at the Sunny Point Cafe, West Asheville, where we shared catfish and grits, served with chipotle sauce, pepper jam.
Later tonight it will snow.
I have so much to be thankful for.
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