All watched over

We’re staying in a lovely valley surrounded by a tall, stern, jagged mountain range. The peaks are white-capped with fresh snow.
I’m walking home at dusk as a slender train trucks along the base of these mountains, glittering like a sardine. The peaks feel like they’re bending down just a little. Tall, stern. It’s very easy to believe in Norse Gods tonight. Some kind of snow-covered pantheon.

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