Oh. One of. I misread that as the.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and that can depend on what you learn in your youth. We were “on vacation” when I was seeing those purple- or maybe just blue- mountain majesties roll under us.
“Majesties” were what implanted themselves in my young boy’s mind; those smoky rolls and layers of endless adventure and imagination.
I saw then the magic that Daniel Boone felt, but at least I didn’t have to walk my way across it.