Peach light & promises by the lake

Early Fall, Millerton, CA

The morning felt like the kind you wake up early for, just to catch your breath in the quiet. We wandered down the trail as the lake mirrored the sky—still, soft, and peach-warmed by the sun. Anna reached for Raul’s hand without thinking, like a rhythm already learned. The hills held us like an old song, golden and crisp at the edges. They danced a little, laughed a lot, and I swear the earth blushed with them.