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Clouds that hide the Earth are like clothes on a lover, aren't they? Whatever soft insatiable hunger drove you to summit this viewpoint so far from the beaten track has been so poorly repaid that the injustice of it rankles. Alone on the mountaintop, you are allowed only the simple opportunity to dream of what might lie beyond your sight. And even so, the clouds roll in. The topography is only a promise that the world cannot keep. And as you slump your way home, what will become of the dream you concocted to hold yourself intact as you threatened to shake yourself apart with desire? Didn't you come here to see a caldera? And the sky has chosen to drape your vision instead. I have no solution for you. Be content with trillium along the roadway and pines that lean down from overhead. There will be no peaks for you today, for the world is bashful of your voyeurism. And next time, check the weather before you carry your binoculars so far.