Today we drove from Utah to Sedona.
We went to Sedona to deliver a painting for a friend who had been redoing a client's house. There was still work going on at the house—and the plumber and his family were up there to stay as well as finish up. We drove down the windy little road towards Sedona in the dark and found our turn. The neighborhood was a labyrinth of rocky landscaping and cute little, old houses tucked into the rock walls. It was dark by then and I was out in front of the truck walking with a flashlight to find the house.
I found a couple people who just by luck happened to be the ones I was looking for. They helped us park and unload and make our way to the house. Did I mention how dark it was by now? It turns out that we arrived just as they were sitting down to Thanksgiving dinner and here we walk in. Strangers. It could have been really awkward. But it wasn't at all. Within minutes they offered us food, had drinks and a room for us to sleep in. Together we hung the painting and enjoyed an evening of conversation around the fire. I wasn't planning anything special for Thanksgiving, but I feel like it happened anyway.