The local mountains appeared the other day and they had white caps to them. It was breath taking. For a brief moment, I felt like a little kid waking up on christmas morning. I had to tell someone and it made me a little giddy. There’s just this line that the snow stops and the mountains continue until they meet the sea water below. It was just completely fascinating.
I visited my Uncle Jesse out in California when I was twelve. For just over a week we were out there seeing the sights and enjoying the hospitality. It’s the greater L.A. area. What isn’t there to do? The one thing my great uncle kept telling me was something about how it was a shame that we couldn’t see the mountains off in the distance. The smog was really blocking their view. I was pretty bummed as I had never seen such sights. But on that last day we were there, a wind blew in from the ocean and cleaned up the sky. There they were. So close that it’s hard to believe we couldn’t see them before, the smog was that thick.
Yes, they do have smog here. Thank god it is as bad as that. Being surrounded by the mountains is almost comforting. It’s like a big pair of arms that you look for in the morning.