The mountain has been out for the past three days here in the Puget Sound. If you live in the shadow of the mountain (Mt. Rainier) you know what I mean when I say this. Kim Derting, a local author of the wonderful YA novel, The Body Finder, told me that she referred to the mountain being out in her book and her publisher asked her to explain what she meant before publication. I guess it is a local idiom. Often Mt. Rainier is obscured by clouds for weeks on end and then on a clear day, there it is again. It is a gift to receive the mountain's beauty every time. I have a wonderful view of the mountain from my library and I've been blessed this week.
The photo of Mt. Rainier was taken from just outside my library last year. But you get the idea of what a wonderful view I have when the mountain is out.
Since this photo is so tiny I thought I'd share a photo that I found that is very close to what I see while I'm driving home on Sunrise Blvd. Honestly, it is this big and domineering.
Pretty spectacular, huh? See why those of us in the Puget Sound Region of Western Washington are quite smitten and love it when the mountain is out?
(While I am writing this blog I have on the Evening News in the background and the meteorologist is forecasting rain. Bummer, the mountain will be hidden tomorrow!)
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Witness by Denise Levertov
Sometimes the mountain-Levertov, Denise. Selected Poems. New York:New Directions, 2002.
is hidden from me in veils
of cloud, sometimes
I am hidden from the mountain
in veils of inattention, apathy, fatigue
when I forget or refuse to go
down to the shore or a few yards
up the road, on a clear day,
that witnessing presence.