As the warm air and cool rain came together with the fading October sun, the result was nothing short of breathtaking. The faint beginnings of pastel bands against the gray sky were even further contrasted by the rich warm browns, blazing reds and striking yellows of the surrounding woodlands.
We drove and watched. We watched and pointed. We pointed our children toward the beauty just beyond their window. I tried (and failed) to really capture the beauty.
A few miles more and I broadened my view – only to gasp at the full stretch of color before me – end. to. end.
I write to remember Friday nights spent finding comfort in promises and the puddle-jumping giggles.