The sun was setting on the 2015 Santa Fe Wine and Chili
Festival and the autumn colors in the high desert were at their peaks. We were in line for the shuttle that would
take us to the vehicles that would then take us back to our real lives. We were dragging our feet. We just weren’t ready for the day to end. And in the beauty that is randomness, her
little group was standing in front of our little group and we started talking. Surrounding our conversation were views of
aspen trees changing colors in one direction and in the other, a seemingly
endless wave of one mountain after another.
