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I looked up at the mountains in the distance. Now they are white. Not so long ago, they were brown. In my 18 months of living in Idaho, I had the opportunity to ** the Four Seasons Cycle on these mountain changes that I never saw tires.

I met them for the first time in September 2008. Both sides of the mountain are painted with Sage Blash leaves green. The day of the motion. Weather.

Cold, rain does not fall. The leaves are browned. Mountains change.

Autumn to winter give way. I stood in the rain and watched a dazzling white round at the top of the mountain. As early as the valley where the first snow fell, the mountains were covered with fresh powder. The sun sets, and the lights of the ski resort light up one side of the mountain.

Dazzling white.

Winter goes to spring. The mid-valley snow vanished, making up for the slope retreat until it disappeared all over again. As weeks passed, the green valley flowed steadily like an inverted waterfall on the slopes. The mountains are as green as the first time I saw them.

On this New Year's Eve, there is white on the mountain. On New Year's Day will be interspersed with their dark spots from skiers to the skiers I see so many changes, but how they change? Mountains are never changing.

Like the people, they just changed their coats to suit the weather. They did not let the outside world under the influence of what changed the color of the clothes lie. They are all the same.

I'm in my third season of life. The snow is a little bit gathered at my peak. A few.

Sage Blash walked together. All next year.

Follow me for years, and I'm going to be like a mountain constant. Although my appearance would.

Change, I guess is reliable. My body will change the coat many times, but when I am the day.

Do I want people to say, "No matter what life brings to the season, he never changes."

Inside. He would never allow the pressures of the seasons or the weather of his life to change.

He's what's underneath.

Michael T. Smith.

The distance of the mountain I looked up at. They're white too. Not so long ago, they were brown. For 18 months I've been living in Idaho, I've had the opportunity to see the cycle of the seasons on these mountains so that I'll never get tired of it.

I first saw them come in in September 2008. The side of the mountains is painted with green leaves of the sage's brush. And the days were gone. Weather.

Cooling and rain did not fall. The leaf fish turns brown. Changes on the mountain.

Autumn gives way to winter. I stood in the rain and watched the summit turn to be dazzling long before the snow first turned to fall on the plains, and the mountains were submerged with fresh powder. The sun was setting and the lights were on one side of the ridge that was lit on the ski slopes.

Dazzling white.

Winter turned into spring. The snow disappeared in the valley, making it retreat on the slopes of the hill until it was over once. Over the next few weeks, the slope of the Green River Valley flowed steadily upward, resembling an inverted waterfall. 2 The mountains did not see them for the first time, the valley of thorns that was green and lush.

On this New Year's Eve, the mountains are white. On the occasion of the New Year, they will be mixed with some dark spots in the distance of skiers I see too many changes, but do they change? Mountains are never changing.

Just like humans, they only change coats to the right weather. They do not allow outside influences to change the color of what is present in their coat. They will always be the same.

I'm in my third season of life. A little snow was gathering at my peak. A few.

Gone are the sage brushes coming together. All next year.

Over the years I went to follow and I wanted to become a constant as a mountain. Although my beauty will.

Change, I think, is reliable. My body will change coats many times, but when I'm on the day.

Done, I want people to say, "No matter what season life brings, he will never change."

Inside. He never lets the stressful seasons or the weather change in his life.

He was how he was below.

Michael T. Smith.

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