Looking through my archived photos, I realise that one of the best aspects of living on my Mountain was that I was so close to the sky. I looked up as much as I looked down.
And the rewards were often spectacular, like this rainbow.
The sunrises and sunsets could be extraordinary.
Even when it was almost dark down here on the earth, the highest clouds to the north-east might still be able to reflect the glow of the setting sun in the west.
The higher north-east mountain range often caused a mighty cloud build-up to make a palette for these displays.
A low setting winter sun, mountain mist and filtering trees is all it took to create this occasional, and almost spiritual, sight.
On any given day, that higher range might snag clouds at different heights and let them build up into a panorama of sky architecture.
No wonder I feel rather suffocated here on the coast. I am still a mountain woman.
