In the shortening days of autumn, the boys and I cast long shadows on our afternoon walk.Mak blends in while Rollo gleams above a bed of pine needles. I try to pay attention to cues from my guys about living in the moment. Life passes and it won’t be long before we’re old. The cherished memories of tomorrow are today, the good ol’ days. The three of us steep in the golden afternoon sharing each other’s company.The woods are full of small scenes like this as October reaches its crescendo of color.