A time to be thankful.

 

A late November afternoon. The first of the planets already glinting in the sky. Both Saturn and Mars spectacularly bright.

The days lectures drawing to a close. Back pack wearing youngsters come rushing out of seminars and head home....or to a bar.

The first Christmas gathering of the year glimpsed through a brightly lit window. There's a gaudily decorated tree and the sound of someone playing the piano. People are wearing red party hats. The clink of glasses and the murmur of laughter waft onto the street.

The owners of the old houses by the castle haven't returned home yet. Give it an hour and all the windows on this side of the street will be lit.

Evensong is underway in chapel.  A few late running choir members sprint across the lawn ignoring the 'Keep off the grass' sign. A college porter looks at them judgementally but says nothing. 

Absent the tourists and the golfers the town is quiet and you could almost believe you'd stepped back fifty or a hundred years. In a hectic world the peace of a small, unchanging  town by the North Sea is something to be thankful for .

And for friends and family in the States a little 1950's Thanksgiving music. They don't make them like this anymore  :https://youtu.be/zEyLFqapbP4?t=26

Here's some optimism:https://www.noahpinion.blog/p/the-best-case-scenario-for-trumps