Where the Mountain meets the Sky

Mount Shasta

I understand why people used to think the gods lived on the mountains. The earth reaches up to kiss the heavens with their snow capped peaks. The distinction between where the snow ends and the clouds begin is often times a bit hazy.

I love living in the shadow of the mountains. They humble me, make me feel small – but small in a good way. They remind me of a time before we knew how the earth worked and could only imagine the ways these formations were made. I am reminded that people gazed upon their beauty long before I did and will do so long after I am gone.