Those Beautiful Blue Hills...

Oh, those beautiful blue hills! The mountains are so lovely at this time of the year. Cobalt blue, framed by the deep red and yellow leaves of the hardwoods. Driving to work is a pleasure. The road curves and I take my time. I get to go the back roads the whole way. White and gray tree trunks cut upright windows in the woods, and bits of lake show through them. The lake itself is still, like glass, and reflects the most wonderful blues, grays and browns. On these cool mornings, a mist rises off of the lake. A thirty-year journey into this brilliant landscape, and yet each glimpse, each new perspective, is its own. This day is its own gift.