One of the reasons winter is my favorite season is that the skies are always much more dramatic and beautiful. Today, for example, it was thrilling to be driving towards the mountains on my way home as seeing that peaks had been hidden by clouds. Even though it’s dangerous, I thought of how beautiful it would be to drive up into the mountains while it was snowing. It’s like another world up there. Centuries ago, there weren’t large populations on either side of these mountains, but I wonder myths might have arisen had there been a need to routinely cross over these mountains. What if there were a city-state on either side of these mountains and the passage between them were a sort of treacherous no-man’s-land. What type of sorcery could be protecting the secrets in these mountains? What monsters would be encountered on the journey through the mountains?