We must have driven this road a thousand times, and ridden the valley below as well.
I look up and the sky is a perfect blue, but around me, all you can see is white.
My mind breaks free of my thoughts and I wonder where we are--outside of being inside a cloudbank.
I search for landmarks but the far ones are gone, eaten by the clouds. So I look inward, searching for the familiar in the jumble.
The touch of sunshine grows on my cheek, and at once, impossible blue abounds, the mountain in front of me shining in full glory, reigning above the clouds, truly a queen.
Down below, the river rushes on, while water turning gray, hinting at the runoff to come. By then, the clouds are but a wispy reminder in the sky, hiding behind the mountain, their queen.