God tends his mountains and feeds them with light, feeds them like a flock. Strange we regard them as dead.

"Sunset purple, thick and rich, is a baptism for a thousand mountains.  Calm and hushed, they stand to receive the glorious blessing, to receive their bread.  Peaks and spires, domes and crusts appear united in this light, which was bestowed with infinite tenderness.  God tends his mountains and feeds them with light, feeds them like a flock.  Strange we regard them as dead."

The Contemplative John Muir

Photo: Mount Shuksan radiating evening alpenglow; Mount Baker Wilderness, WA; July 23, 2013