The valley which had been so clearly visible not long before began to disappear in a shimmering mist. Above it, a curtain of clouds descended. We had arrived earlier and in time for clear vistas, and so now we relished this slow shrouding of the mountains as the clouds came closer to the rounded peaks. Vistas were exchanged for silhouettes and shadows. Greens for blues and greys. Clear sighted “reality” for the numinous. It was good to be there.