It appears as a thick white blanket until all at once it gives way to the sheerness of a brides veil. Giving the mountain a cooling, quenching garment enclosing, enhancing, and sharing in its beauty. I can not feel, I can not touch, I am but caught in beauty. As away I wander, it dances unceasingly with the mighty mountains until the sun claims its turn.
-written 9/10/2009-
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