Saturday was a quiet time for reflection.

Sometimes when the future presents itself the sensation seems surreal.

We spent the daylight decorating for the holidays. This was something that Kris and her mom always enjoyed.

As evening encroached, we decided to go for drive. There’s comfort in the familiar. So, I navigated our way to Blackhorse Road where we have often watched the Strasburg Rail Road.

The sun had set, but the blue glow of dusk hung in the western sky, reminding us of days gone by.

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