


Rainer Reflections
Before the first light breaks the horizon, Mount Rainier stands silhouetted against a sky scattered with stars. The forested shoreline forms a perfect dark frame for the mountain’s snowy slopes, mirrored flawlessly in the still, glassy lake. The pre-dawn air is crisp, the world hushed, with only the faint rustle of trees marking the passage of time. It’s a scene of deep stillness, where night and day briefly hold hands.
Before the first light breaks the horizon, Mount Rainier stands silhouetted against a sky scattered with stars. The forested shoreline forms a perfect dark frame for the mountain’s snowy slopes, mirrored flawlessly in the still, glassy lake. The pre-dawn air is crisp, the world hushed, with only the faint rustle of trees marking the passage of time. It’s a scene of deep stillness, where night and day briefly hold hands.
Before the first light breaks the horizon, Mount Rainier stands silhouetted against a sky scattered with stars. The forested shoreline forms a perfect dark frame for the mountain’s snowy slopes, mirrored flawlessly in the still, glassy lake. The pre-dawn air is crisp, the world hushed, with only the faint rustle of trees marking the passage of time. It’s a scene of deep stillness, where night and day briefly hold hands.