In the northwest of Canada moist air flowing from the Alaskan coast pushes over mountains and is squeezed, dried and dropped on the far side of the Rocky mountains. It is too clear to see without aid of clouds and birds as it tumbles over forest scented hills.
The texture of trees is etched against a diamond clear sky.
As the sunlight fades into yellow at the end of the day the trees turn to gold . . .
And when the water is at rest, the surface is a portal to a mirror world below.
And as the day ends, both worlds flow into the dark, red tinged, glowing world beyond .
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