I suppose we are upon the season where we extend our gratitude to what we are thankful for. Despite any historical reality of the matter you may have, the general concept is good. Be thankful for the food you eat, the family you keep, and the hours to go before you sleep.
And then a dream walks in.
While I'm much better off than I was two short years ago, nothing prepared me for the unknown better than staring into the sky.
But this sky is a new one, and an old one ... all at the same time.
As long as we can dream, we'll be fine. And living the dream is always a nice option.
I'm digging the skies of Charlotte.
If it all works out, maybe they will dig me too.
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