It might have been weeks - could have been days of drear.
I don’t even know if it’s accurate to say it’s been raining.
Is it rain when the cloud has plummeted to earth’s floor, droplets just hovering?
Winter here has a way of getting into my brain. If I spend too much time indoors fog creeps in behind my face.
Today I walked the forest with baby and dog. Trees layered dramatically with mist muting distant trunks.
I stomped around in wet snow and moss nearly ready to head home when I caught a glimpse of brighter fog.
I decided I needed to hike above the clouds. To the mountain’s top. Like a plane ascending through white canopy reminding me the sky is always blue somewhere. An hour of slow steep hiking, grey rises at a similar pace to me.
I carefully climb slick rock to a higher bluff and it’s like the plane has landed - somewhere warm and bright. The most magnificent rainbow circles tree tops, colours so vivid I’m giddy. Manic on a mountain, completely renewed. The blue of the sky hits so hard I can taste it; the sun warm on my sweaty chilled skin.
i wish i brought my real camera. phone photos <
