The mountains here look like sand dunes. Their ridges are high and pronounced, with radiating falls and valleys stretching away. This is always most visible in these in-between time, the cusps on both sides of winter. The light fall of snow on the trees and in the troughs that will turn into streams with the melt bring stark relief to what is oftentimes hidden behind the evergreens. The contrast begwen the light dusting of snow and the dark green of the pines is the only visibility we have into the depths of the distinctions in an otherwise homogenous landscape.
I spend these cusp times marveling at these small things because otherwise the length of the winter and the amount of rain, not to mention the number of days without sun, would drive me stark raving mad.