Looking At The Mountains
Strangers come to see them.
Locals know they are there.
They speak different things to each.
Strangers marvel at snow caps in June.
Locals know it won't last, "Going fast!"
Two pairs of eyes seeing the same but differently.
Strangers gaze, get closer, and go away.
Locals cherish the cool nights,
until the snow goes away, too.
Strangers look at their photos.
Locals look at their mountain views.
Both see something different that is theirs.
Fall and Winter in the Rockies....
The snowpack is like a seasonal barometer....
We watch Winter come down the mountain, until it finally reaches the valley floor and announces its arrival that we already saw coming.
We watch Spring and Summer go up the mountain, announcing the arrival of Spring's blossoms, and Summer's heat we already felt coming.
July and the heat simmers through the valleys, even at altitude, until the streams run slack as the snowpack disappears.
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