And then sometimes ... it's as though we live in another place altogether! My mother used to love to tell the story of going to a lecture by a group of Rotarians who had visited the Pacific Northwest from Australia. One of the speakers was showing images of the beautiful scenery of the region and projected a photo, much like the one from this morning, onto the screen announcing that this was Mt. Rainier! My mother was the only one in the audience who laughed out loud. She too had been here when the mountain at the end of my garden seems to have disappeared and does not show itself for days and days. So for today we listen to the muffled sounds that fog brings and wait knowing we will be rewarded on another day: perhaps with a view like the one below from another January day in another year.