I came across a mysterious memory card and on it were only a few photos of my son, Izzy, riding his bike. We’ve had a hard few months and this week itself seems to be the ugliest we’ve weathered. Our spirits are broken, are hearts are heavy and it doesn’t seem like there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Summer has gone and fall has set it, bringing longer nights and the bite of cold weather, followed by winter. But just a few pictures remind me of the better days, the days we spent outside with countless walks and bikes rides, enjoying the warmth of Summer.