Sunshine and lakewater cede to green, forested slopes. Across open expanses, the mountains fade to blue and then to white in the humid air. The horizon obscured as if filled by puffs of steamy smoke. What do you call a slowly ascending firework? A bike race, perhaps. Sometimes, you must wait a long time for those explosions of color and sound…
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