I was out of my house before 8:00 this morning to find myself totally immersed in a field of silver, a coating of frost covering the trees and rooftops, the docks, the moored boats and parked cars, the rising sun appearing over the Cascades as I walked, adding glitter, a jumping, lively light to what was already a breath-taking scene. Even more surprising was the changing face of Mount Baker. At first, it’s face, in shadows, appeared black while its shoulders, reflect the sun’s early rays, appeared red. I could only smile at what my eyes were telling me since I knew Mount Baker, for a fact, was encased in new snow and would eventually show its true color against a cloudless blue sky. So, I found myself nodding my head, appreciating anew the place of timing and context in determining the truth of things.