The snow falls lightly, there is no wind to sweep it into my face or limit my sight. And my sight is that of pristine mountains, untainted by the problems that distress me today. The only sound is that of the snow crunching softly beneath my feet. I rise past the foothills and into the mountains that I seek to conquer. I rise so that I might be humbled by the God that created these majestic peaks. I sit with my God and read His Word. Through the stillness I hear praise pouring from my heart. I don't have to return to the stress that awaits me, I don't have make things perfect today, I am with God.

Where did you want to be today? [I miss the Alps]