From Omar's notebook.
On one of my last nights in Seattle, a friend pointed at the sunset and I said, "Yeah, I guess it's cool seeing the red behind all those clouds".
"You don't see the mountains?" he asked.
I looked again carefully, I could see it now! It's obvious in retrospect, the mountain has a lot more pointy edges. But it's fun to contemplate how for a moment there I couldn't tell where the sky ended and the Earth began. Which one of these structures were beautiful clouds forever out of reach, which were solid ground I could climb?
I pictured myself walking seamlessly between the tip of the mountains up through the clouds. Carried away to another another mountain like a skyfairing ferry. Perhaps in a world where the rules were different up there.