Saturday, January 18, 2014

Mountain Views



This morning is blustery and cold. I look out the French doors into the backyard, with its dusting of snow, its wind-bent boughs.

It's a familiar view, a treasured view. But for some reason this morning I notice how the bare tree branches across the street come together to resemble a peak. If I didn't know better, if I looked quickly, I could be staring at a mountain.

So now I'm dreaming of mountains I've seen — and the views they've given me.

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