Mountains

At the end of Route 4a as I began my journey back. The sign is route 4, NH.
A picture from the Rosary Pond of Lake Mascoma.
This is the entrance to the Rosary Pond at La Salette in Enfield, NH.
On my way home from work, I was thinking about La Salette when I saw this glorious rainbow off to my left as I was driving. It was just as I passed a new development called Paradise Creek. So when I reached home and saw this at the front of the house, I went and took my camera and snapped a few shots. This rainbow was absolutely beautiful, a perfect picture of love. And then it was off to Marguerites for a Mass at her house where I go for the prayer Cenacle. This was on Monday evening.

So early on Tuesday my journey began. Not so much to see the fall colors but to empty myself for a fresh start. Every now and then we all need to take moments to reflect and empty ourselves of what we take on in our daily lives. Listening to so much sorrow has a way of weighing down the soul. The journey I take when I go to the mountains helps me to reconnect with a loving God who is ever by our side. The pain in my knee is nothing compared to what Jesus suffered. Sometimes I wonder if I have failed in my mission and in these moments I find renewed strength. My drive home was by far a more peaceful one than it was on my way up there. God does exist that's all I can say. As for the fall colors it was hard to tell, the leaves on some trees were gone the colors were not there. I remember a few years ago at this time up in the Catskills the colors were awesome at this time of year.