smoky mountains.

i love the smoke on the mountains. it's so peaceful yet eery. i just love looking up and gazing at the magical tree-covered mountains in the distance. sometimes they're completely hidden by the mist and clouds and smoke. sometimes they're as clear as day. riding up to ober gatlinburg, i could see all the indentations and subtle shapes of the mountains. i want to be huge and jump from one to the other, explore their nooks and crannies with my fingers and toes. it's makes me think of how great God is, and wonder if that's how He formed these mountains, by molding them with His hands. many of them look like they have finger indentations down the sides. love it.