It's one of my favorite mornings of the year. Emma and I will watch the forecast, watch the leaves, and try to pick the perfect morning to watch sunrise at Mount Saint Francis. We bring our cameras, pick up some coffee and cheese danishes along the way, and spend an hour watching the trees slowly ignite with the dawn of a new day. We've seen it happen in all sorts of conditions, everything from warm enough for short sleeves to fog to frost. This year, as she was looking through her camera and framing a shot, Emma described it as "the perfect window into, 'His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning.'" That made it my favorite Mount Saint Francis morning ever.