The first signs of winter hung in the air as the last signs of fall clung to the trees. Faded colors of nutmeg and bronze and chestnut. The sun had pulled the thick gray blanket around itself hiding rays of light.
Below it a family played. And swung. And laughed. They tickled and talked. Wrapped in their own layers of warmth of scarves and vests and coats, they cuddled.
The rest of the scene lay silent but them.
As if the world–and it’s changing splendor–were left only for them to enjoy…