Grey.
Rocky, muddy, bare trees, dead leaves, climbing up and down and around a hill, foggy, misty, cold, damp and in the low 40s.
A small group of religious pilgrims are praying a scriptural rosary, walking through nature. They're praying the sorrowful mysteries of the rosary to be exact. They are followers of The Cross; they are following a crucifix on a large wooden cross.
A young boy, small and around the age of 7 or so, begs his daddy to carry the cross, and his father lets him.
The 4th Sorrowful Mystery: Jesus Carries His Cross.
So the boy struggles at each Hail Mary picking up the cross that's probably half his body weight to the next bead, the next scripture. As Jesus faltered with His Cross, so too this little boy struggles with the weight of this cross. Half-way through the decade, almost knocked over, the boy stumbles and his father reaches out to steady him and the cross. The scripture follows "and Simon the Cyrene helped Jesus carry his cross," and the father continues to hold the cross and hold the weight.
The father helps carry the cross with the boy the rest of the way and I understand Simon the Cyrene carrying the cross with Jesus; I understand how Jesus was able to even carry the cross: the Father is always holding the cross, bearing the weight, and steadying us on our journey.
What a beautiful picture it was indeed.
