It is a beautiful day today. I just took a short walk outside. It’s one of those early autumn days in the mountains when the wind is whispering through the trees, carrying the promise of winter with the falling aspen leaves. It is shirt-sleeve and shorts comfortable, but with just enough of an edge that you can tell that such days are going fast.

Yesterday at about this time I learned that my son was caught in a school hostage crisis at the Platte Canyon High School, which is adjacent to his middle school (Fitzsimmons). It was a day much like today, but I did not notice how beautiful it was yesterday. My mind was on other things.

It is odd to walk around in such tranquil beauty thinking about the bedlam and terror of 24 hours earlier.

Odd indeed.