It Never Gets Old

Day 351: Thirty-five years I've lived here. This never gets old. We're in for a much-needed change in the weather, and the Mountain has dressed for the occasion by donning the lenticular cloud formation I like to call a "stack of pancakes." These are the thin, almost flat layered type of lenticular, as opposed to the "hat" which mounds on the summit on a flat base. Then there are the "flying saucers," the line of small lenticulars which usually move up from the southeast, one following another, like sheep going through a narrow gate. In a day or two, the Mountain will go into hiding, and when it does re-emerge, I expect those bare rocky ribs will be clad in a dusting of fresh snow. Autumn is here, and like the Mountain, I celebrate its coming.