dreaming in the shadows of the Sleeping Maiden

Mt. Tam, wrapped in the gauze of clouds

Many a mountain seems insurmountable as much for the legs as for the eyes. You think you’ll never climb over the summit, let alone see the open seas beyond it. And yet, many of those same mountains, on a closer look, turn out to be clouds pressed  upon each other. Nothing more than condensation that lifts when the wind shifts or the sun rends through the flat grey horizon.