These Mountains

Every day - I wake to these majestic mountains. 

As I found myself standing here...with their eye level - I thought that I really haven't shared enough.
Their breadth. Their strength. Their beauty.

In the winter - while their peaks are white - they often reflect the sun's rise.
It always reminds me of that red sky at morning...and the weather warning.
It's probably the most reliable forecasting there is.

The pastures are almost bare.
The mountains will soon be stripped naked. Their snow's blankets will have melted.

They won't be white for much longer than this.
I want to hold on to this moment.
I want to remember.

These green mountains.