Fall is undoubtedly my boy Newton’s favorite time of year. It’s that time when the temperatures are still warm during the day with the crisp cool air filling the morning and nights. The light shifts, the air smells different. And it is that time when the beaches and trails become his again…so he thinks. It’s the ability for Newton to chase birds and run amok without I quite feeling the anxiety in his boisterous goofiness and his resounding (((hello))) to all, whether they like or not. And, it is that time again where I am reminded by my dear friend of the things that truly matter most.


