Written by Once in awhile I come upon a scene that tugs at me along the way.
One I cannot pass without stopping long enough to hear what it has to say.
Torn from where ever I was into this new place if only for a minute or two.
Pausing to enjoy and catch my breath like this sudden stop was way overdue.
This serene landscape beckoned me to stop. The silent calm held me there for a moment if not a few. My beating heart was all that I could hear and I stood still until the beats slowed to match the pace of the view. Mt. Chocorua in the distance, beyond Chocorua Lake.
Autumn colors hold on as October winds down in the White Mountains.
Ironically, the power lines and man made lights only detract from the power and light of our Creator’s late October morning scene in Southern NH.