This New England Winter has been grueling to say the least. Spring break could not feel more out of place in the midst of Boston's cold winds and ten feet high snow banks. My best friend and I decided to pack up, get out of the city, and flee to the mountains of New Hampshire for a couple days. The fresh mountain air, untouched snow, farmlands, eclectic shops, and rolling landscape was beyond rejuvenating. Driving through the White Mountain National Forest, nothing could evoke God's presence more that seeing the surrounding range of mountains basked in the purple light of the setting sun.
"Nature is a setting that fits equally well a comic or a mourning piece. In good health the air is a cordial of incredible virtue. Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear" -Ralph Waldo Emerson
