10/05/2026
There’s a week every October when the canyons catch fire, all gold and copper, with the air turning crisp at the edges.
It never lasts. The leaves let go, the light shifts, and before you know it, winter has settled into the mountains.
Families are like that too. The little hands that fit in yours today will be bigger by spring. The way they laugh, the way they lean into you, the way they can’t sit still for one more second. These are the details that slip away quietly while we’re busy living.
So we hold onto them. In the late afternoon light, among the aspens, with everyone wrapped up in each other. Not perfect, just real, and just yours.
This season is fleeting. Let’s remember it. 🍂
