On anything that resembles a clear morning, I find myself with a growing anticipation to cross the Aurora Bridge on my way in to work. There is hope of catching just a fleeting glimpse of the majestic Mountain and the two ranges that surround it. Some days, Mt. Rainier is a mere shadow before a rising sun, a hint of something powerful. Other mornings, piercing colors chase away the fallen night, and the snow capped mountain rises alongside the city.
I’ll be honest, living the view of the mountains never gets old.