my new mountain; is about a mile away. it had a fire, burnt to the top; it was an awful day. how can we judge the good from bad? we stumble from last night's messed bed. smoked filled skies - no big surprise. but days when birds choke on thick smoke, i find oppressive in a way; they're not my favorite kind of day. this is my mountain to the east. the golden light is such a treat. on any afternoon i may see this near the end of day. my new mountain makes me feel today is likely to be real. i see another view; perspective is so easy from the bottom or the top. this land rose up, this mountain isn't new. it's rounded off and so i know, a glacier ground it many years ago. the wind comes up; you should see it blow! mountains are for climbing for looking at and from. i know my size and importance when i see a far-off mountain, or when i'm looking down.