E/O Drabble Challenge word: touch

No spoilers.

Happy Birthday to Platinum Rose Lady! I'm nearly your neighbor, just over in Amherst. I based this scene on this recent autumn, which was beautiful in my area.

November 2nd.

The Impala climbs to the top of the mountain, orange leaves flying out of the way of the tires.

It is cold and quiet at the summit, appropriate.

The younger hunter leaves the car and takes a seat on a rock at the edge of the cliff.

The elder grabs two bottles from the trunk and joins him.

The beers touch, the two look out silently over the valley. The leaves are peak, with streaks of red and gold and yellow separated by a white church steeple and the wide, blue river.

The beauty of the scene is lost through the blur of unshed tears.