elevated raze she said her children used to come here. they would glide up and down this hill, bending their boots into clefts of wood with the boundless power of imagination. it was their favourite thing to do once the snow came. they thought it was a beautiful mountain. they're all grown now. they came back for the first time since they were kids. at first they weren't sure they had the right place. it wasn't how they remembered it. "this isn't a mountain, mom," they said. "it's just a hill." they couldn't believe how small it was. "it was larger in their minds," she told me, her face flushed from the sting of cold air. "but at least they have that memory." we grow so far from who we really are, we shrink the world around us. but if you make yourself as small as me, i think you'll find there are mountains everywhere. 220130 ... unhinged the peak of the dormant volcano was covered in clouds and snow. it was easy to forget that it could blow it's top whenever it felt like it. 220130 what's it to you? who go blather from