Scattered across the beach were remnants of autumn: vibrant red and golden leaves that had been carried by the wind from nearby trees.

The sunset painting the sky in hues of orange, pink, and soft lavender. A gentle breeze took hold of their hair, often tossing it over their eyes as they made their way along the sandy shore. Walter, barely a year old, grasped at the cool, wet grains beneath his tiny fingers.

As they continued their exploration, the shadows grew longer, and the setting sun reflected off the water. The air was filled with the faint sound of waves lapping against the shore, merging with the soft rustle of leaves that had settled on the ground.