As I pulled onto the Wilbur Cross Parkway in New Haven, I looked up the road towards the Heroes Tunnel. On the New Haven side, all was grey, shrouded in an early morning autumnal fog. You couldn't even see the trees that surround the tunnel entrance. Yet looking down the parkway, through the tunnel, I could se bright yellow light at the other end. It was striking, not only for its beauty but as a highly cliched metaphor;the light at the end of the tunnel.

When I emerged on the other side, the sun was out, illuminating the brightly colored leaves which had recently changed color. Thin wisps of fog were threaded amongst the trees; a gentle reminder of the grey behind. If I had read the description in a novel, it would have seemed contrived, but here, it was beautiful. I thought of what's been going on in my own life. What is the light at the end of the tunnel for me, right now? Is it election day? Am I riding from a foggy present into a bright sunny future? What of the autumn leaves? They are both beautiful, but also harbingers of the coming winter. I'm sure that political soothsayers can find plenty of omens for me.

My thoughts drifted to church yesterday. During the sermon, the priest spoke about becoming like a child to enter the Kingdom of Heaven. She spoke about how the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand. Then, she told a story about her daughter, waking up with song to celebrate the refracted light on her ceiling which she saw as a glorious rainbow.

The thought stayed with me as I drove to work, keeping my eyes open for the beauty around us, that we too often miss. There is less than a month until election day. It will be an incredibly busy month, but hopefully, I can keep an eye out for the beauty along the way.