They are rare...and that's what makes them beautiful! I've heard it said that when the sun comes out in Seattle everyone smiles...I know I do, simply because on a clear day...I can see Mt. Rainier.
I now understand perfectly why Washington state decided to put an image of Mt. Rainier on their license plate. It looms over Seattle with such grace that I could almost describe it as ephemeral, that is if 14,410 ft of solid rock, stone, and lava could ever be described in such terms. But ephemeral it is, with what seems like a volcano with no foundation, Mt. Rainier pops out of nowhere with no foothills to introduce the eye to the climb in elevation. It surprises me every time, like a butterfly flashing it's blue wings, it leaves you with the feeling that if you blink it will be gone leading you to conclude that it was all a mirage caused by the rain and clouds and yet at the same time coated with a residue of something lovely.
Yes, it's true, I've fallen in love with a mountain. I admit it, my heart flutters a little every time I see him. Maybe it's true that absence makes the heart grow fonder but I wouldn't mind seeing him more often. I guess I just have to be satisfied with the fact that he is there even behind the rain and clouds.
I can deal with that...but isn't he lovely?

I now understand perfectly why Washington state decided to put an image of Mt. Rainier on their license plate. It looms over Seattle with such grace that I could almost describe it as ephemeral, that is if 14,410 ft of solid rock, stone, and lava could ever be described in such terms. But ephemeral it is, with what seems like a volcano with no foundation, Mt. Rainier pops out of nowhere with no foothills to introduce the eye to the climb in elevation. It surprises me every time, like a butterfly flashing it's blue wings, it leaves you with the feeling that if you blink it will be gone leading you to conclude that it was all a mirage caused by the rain and clouds and yet at the same time coated with a residue of something lovely.
Yes, it's true, I've fallen in love with a mountain. I admit it, my heart flutters a little every time I see him. Maybe it's true that absence makes the heart grow fonder but I wouldn't mind seeing him more often. I guess I just have to be satisfied with the fact that he is there even behind the rain and clouds.
I can deal with that...but isn't he lovely?


