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It was the end of Labor Day weekend and we were nearing home. Ahead of us was the close of our vacation, but we were not ready to catch up to it. With an abrupt twist of the steering wheel, I changed our trajectory. We parked along Kitchen Creek Road in the Laguna Mountains and went for a stroll. Where there was a break in the forest, we could see the setting sun over the distant mountains. Vacation's end had caught up with us. The rich oranges and pinks that saturated the sky began to fade as the sun sank below the mountains, signaling our denouement.