A few evenings ago, we loaded up the Boy and drove to a nearby park. The air was warm, with just a hint of chill in the breeze. We all wore jackets, but Patrick and Miles probably could have been just fine without them. As they chased each other in lopsided circles, occasionally sword fighting, or tossing a ball, I lagged behind, breathing in the perfect weather, and the beautiful autumn colors.
Oh, Autumn, how bittersweet you are. . .