Thanks is giving thanks

sorrow

"When sorrow holds you in its arms of clay..." Hugh Moffat

burnt tree

"Terrors and treacheries we have in plenty.  All that may prolong a war is there: they fight now hand to hand

And arms luck gave are running with fresh blood."  Juno in The Aeneid by Virgil

The kind of focus that death causes

Was a man I knew, born upon this day.

afternoon

And then restless

"And then I became restless and decided to come to New York." Will Barnet