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coraaOn a clear day, you can see Mt. Rainier from my office window, off in the distance, rising above First Hill across the lake.
Insert joke here about ha ha, clear day in Seattle. But there's the thing: it's not a binary, on/off, cloudy/clear. There are many days where the mist rolls in, and then the clouds break to shafts of sunlight and burn it off, and then the clouds shift again and turn gold to silver. Days like that, Rainier appears and disappears, a dark perfect mountain shape that's here, then gone to the mists, then here again. Like a fairy mountain, or a mythic land that can only be accessed on certain days or in certain moods.
Today is a fairy mountain day.
Insert joke here about ha ha, clear day in Seattle. But there's the thing: it's not a binary, on/off, cloudy/clear. There are many days where the mist rolls in, and then the clouds break to shafts of sunlight and burn it off, and then the clouds shift again and turn gold to silver. Days like that, Rainier appears and disappears, a dark perfect mountain shape that's here, then gone to the mists, then here again. Like a fairy mountain, or a mythic land that can only be accessed on certain days or in certain moods.
Today is a fairy mountain day.
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Date: 2010-11-11 08:05 pm (UTC)