The salt breath of the sea was on the summit.

And then one day the staring, unchanged sky was faintly touched with remote mysterious clouds, and grew tremulous in expression.

The next morning dawned upon a newer face in the heavens, on changed woods, on altered outlines, on vanished crests, on forgotten distances.

It was raining! Four weeks of this change, with broken spaces of sunlight and intense blue aerial islands, and then a storm set in.

All day the summit pines and redwoods rocked in the blast.