below

Eastern Washington floats below.

As I fly westward, a dusting of snow 

coats the fallowing field and 

the foothills of the cascades,

the fog creeps in and frosted earth fades away.

 

Soon though, the fog rolls back and

unveils the evergreen state below,

rows of pine trees 

rows of houses 

rows of pine trees interspersed among houses 

and Rainier, 

the namesake of this sodden side of the state, 

pokes through the clouds,

shrouded in glory 

shrouded in snow.