On Monday, I walked along the river, looked up and found a message along the metal folds beyond the railway, your life is beautiful.
Some letters were cut in half but the words were still readable. The period at the end made it fact. It secured the sentence in its place. The words could not float away.
The certainty of it made me pause. I knew that there, standing beneath those words, I could not argue, and I carried the message with me as I walked away.
I wish you all a very happy Thanksgiving. I hope that, no matter where you stand, you find comfort in that conviction.