A mountain in a swirl of sand

Posted on March 7, 2010


This morning Miss Sadie, the Cowboy and I decided that we were tired of tromping around the same old paths in the snow. After awhile, there is nothing new to see or sniff and that makes us grumpy. Off to the beach then, in the pale dawn, all blue shadows and mist.

It struck me once more that the patterns formed by wind, waves, and the heaving of great sheets of ice are miniature versions of the way the land itself was formed. Geology writ small, if you will. 

There are secret caverns. This one has a stalagmite at its heart.

It’s all in your point of view, isn’t it? If you’re the beetle, you see mountains. If you’re floating above the planet in a spaceship you see clouds of ice. If you’re venturing onto the surface in your spacesuit, mysterious terrain spreads out before you. Depending on your temperament, you see danger or opportunity–or something so intriguing you just can’t help exploring.  You see a frozen waterfall or a sign of the great melting that leads to spring.

Of course, if you’re a terrier you don’t see any of that. You just smell stuff. Interesting stuff.