Cold, biting wind greeted us as we crested the top of Mount Kearsarge early last Monday morning, but all expectation of a beautiful clear day with sweeping vistas of fall foliage lay dashed at our mud-splattered feet; we had hiked into a low-lying cloud.
"This isn't what we expected."
"We hadn't planned on this."
Such simple statements filled the raw mountain air exposing more of our hearts than intended. Our path up had been steep and a bit treacherous with the night's rainfall losing the rock beneath us; how like life. Our way will include heart ache, disappointment, deployment, failures, frustrations and loss. How will we journey?
As we descended into the valley we laughed as we found the views we had longed for when the sun peered through the gray pouring down a ray of hope.
This is so nice. You let the reader draw their own conclusions, and with the lack of a famous quote, your words have so much more authority. Brava.
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