kfarrar
10-24-2003, 09:18 AM
Today started out like any other day. Get up let dog out. Turn on the heat throughout the house. Tend to the kids then take a shower, pack my lunch and I'm out the door. Before hitting the highway I stopped for gas and grabbed a BIG coffee.
As I was cruising down the highway I wondered if today would be the day. The sun was bright and skies were mostly clear. I thought it was quite possible that it would be today.
My car began climbing in elevation as I traveled down 101 East; a drive I have been doing for nearly six years. As my carrolled over hill I was climbing, there it was directly in front of me.
The most beautiful scene.
I looked out over the open landscape toward the Monadnock Region and there she was; Mount Monadnock herself, standing tall cloaked in the most magnificent white snow. The sun looked as if it were a spotlight pointing directly on her.
Today is an important day and causes me to reflect. For me it signifies that winter is indeed here. It also brings back the most wonderful memories of my childhood. Growing up in an old farmhouse in Wentworth, NH I used to look out the kithchen window, ascross a vast field to similar scene. However, the mountain in panorama was that of Mount Mousilaukee.
I am greatful to the mountains for the joy and peace they have brought to me over my 33 years.
As I was cruising down the highway I wondered if today would be the day. The sun was bright and skies were mostly clear. I thought it was quite possible that it would be today.
My car began climbing in elevation as I traveled down 101 East; a drive I have been doing for nearly six years. As my carrolled over hill I was climbing, there it was directly in front of me.
The most beautiful scene.
I looked out over the open landscape toward the Monadnock Region and there she was; Mount Monadnock herself, standing tall cloaked in the most magnificent white snow. The sun looked as if it were a spotlight pointing directly on her.
Today is an important day and causes me to reflect. For me it signifies that winter is indeed here. It also brings back the most wonderful memories of my childhood. Growing up in an old farmhouse in Wentworth, NH I used to look out the kithchen window, ascross a vast field to similar scene. However, the mountain in panorama was that of Mount Mousilaukee.
I am greatful to the mountains for the joy and peace they have brought to me over my 33 years.