clouds and mountains

My eyes played a trick on me today. From the backseat of a car, driving into the city, I saw the San Gabriels far off behind LA's skyline. And for a moment they looked to be covered in snow. It was easy to believe; it's been very cold for what feels like a very long time.

But then I realized - that was just the sky, skirting the peaks in white. I was actually looking at two separate things: the fixed and unmoving forest, and the floating, ephemeral cumulus.


That was some twelve hours ago. By now the mountains can't even see the clouds anymore.


I wonder if it hurt, to say goodbye.


I bet the clouds cried. I bet the mountains won't soon forget.