I can no longer see Mount Tamalpais from my living room window—not only am I now living in a small house in the flat lands, with no height to raise my line of site above multi-story buildings, utility poles, and the tops of trees, but my house is on the wrong side of the street, so instead I can only see a bit of the Berkeley Hills, green in the winter and brown in the summer but always dotted with houses like the one where I used to live, the house that had a large picture window facing west toward the shining waters of the San Francisco Bay and the dramatic outlines of Mt.
Oh, thank you! That’s wonderful to hear. Recently I took an older story I wrote about “seeing the mountain” and completed revised it. This is the result.
One of the lovely-ist
Oh, thank you! That’s wonderful to hear. Recently I took an older story I wrote about “seeing the mountain” and completed revised it. This is the result.