Built To Spill - Aisle 13 from the album There Is No Enemy

Every day something strange
I can’t explain happens to me…

No one sees ‘cause no one wants
to see what’s in their mind.

[Trail along the mountains in Provo, Utah.]

I just finished re-reading Hold Everything Dear by John Berger and these words seemed to resonate, follow me through to the end:

“There are certain moments of looking at a familiar mountain which are unrepeatable. A question of a particular light, an exact temperature, the wind, the season. You could live seven lives and never see the mountain quite like that again; its face is as specific as a momentary glance across a table at breakfast. A mountain stays in the same place, and can almost be considered immortal, but to those who are familiar with the mountain, it never repeats itself. It has another timescale.