General

The mountain rose on the horizon, sheer rock striking down from snowy peak. Only the base was softened by the virescence of a pine blanket. An hour ago it had seemed so close, and now after flying down the highway at a hundred kilometres an hour it was just the same size. Lily was bored of the scenery, no TV, no computer- just two parents and a tent. She'd rather flip those numbers around given a chance...

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2014.