As I was driving home from a retreat in August, I saw in front of me the mountain (as it is often called), sitting up strong and tall, capped with snow, looking like a postcard. Then I glanced in my rearview mirror and there was another mountain. This one looms out of the clouds as you drive north toward Canada. I made a mental note of this. Mountains in front and behind. It seemed something I might write about. But the late weeks of summer faded into the hurried days of fall and the writing did not happen. I caught a glimpse of that mountain as I drove home from work yesterday and was reminded of the writing I promised myself I would do. For now, I am just recording the image so I can hang on to it but I do think it is one worth exploring.