I had just come from a thrilling morning cheering my boys on as they qualified for State with their high school in Cross Country (Go Fenwick Friars!)! One of my sons and I wanted to share the proud news with grandma & grandpa so we stopped by for a visit on our way home from sectionals. After catching up with congratulatory hugs, we were gifted with a pot of chicken soup for the boys accomplishments and headed home. Knowing that Autumn was finally starting to kick in here in Chicago, we left my parents back gate, anxious to see the road that awaited us.
The route we were taking home has always been one of my favorites. Not only it is a scenic drive, it is filled with memories of countless hours spent running, biking, roller blading, horseback riding while in my twenties. The colors always spectacular, the woods lush and vibrant, the trails and the roads offering so much solace, peace and inspiration.
With my youngest son shotgun, I immediately handed him my phone, asking him to video our drive. We were both struck by the majestic beauty of fall in full bloom as we glided along our path. With the serendipitous backdrop of Electric Light Orchestra drifting from the radio, we exited the back gate into a magical autumn paradise. The drive transcended our silence as we sliced through the woods taking in the breathtaking moment. We gazed at the extraordinary colors that showered us as we absorbed the Strange Magic that enveloped us.
This was a moment in time that I will never forget and one that I will especially cherish with my son by my side...