The leaves have finally dropped from the trees. Fall is realistically over. We're waiting for snow.

This is shoulder season in Colorado. Everything is brown. It's too cold for summer sports, but there's not enough snow to transition to skiing.

The air feels different once the last leaves hit the ground. Thinner. Sharper. Maybe it's the silence that gives it away. Without leaves rustling, you notice how quiet the world is. Even the birds have moved on for winter.

Find a moment of stillness and the whole world feels paused.

Ahead lies the holiday chaos.

Behind is a summer job well done.

Right now, nothing.

It's a season of anticipation and waiting. A quiet void in the year.

Take a moment to seek its stillness.