The air held a kind of transitioning.
Summer drifted into the the past and Fall gently stepped before them. The air still warm, but the breeze crisp and cool and inviting. The deep rich greens softly fading, but the hope of warm trees painted variegated hues of cinnamon and rust and gold on the horizon.
Much like the weather, something new, something exciting stood before them. The past where they walked alone disappearing, and the future where they’d be side by side coming beautifully into view.
A life of transitions.
And the moment, the beautiful moment before them would change all the rest…