A story about mountains and socks
Ellen stared at the snow-capped mountains as if she were seeing them for the first time, but she had been staring at them all her life; in fact, she had never been outside of the little valley where she grew up.
“Whatchya looking at?” asked Rhonda, Ellen’s brother’s wife.
“The mountains.”
“What about the mountains?”
“Just the mountains.” After saying that, Ellen turned to her sister-in-law who was hanging laundry. “Don’t you look up at the mountains?”
“Ellen, you can’t help but see those mountains no matter where you are around here. I’ve been lookin’ at them ever since I can remember.” Rhonda put a clothes pin in her mouth as she flapped a blouse in the wind to get something off of it. She then resumed hanging clothes.
“What do you see when you look at the mountains, Rhonda?”
Rhonda froze. Slowly, she turned towards Ellen. Slinging an article of clothing over her shoulder, she walked slowly over to her. Putting her hands on her hips and tilting her head to the side, she replied, “I see mountains, Ellen. I see mountains. And you know what else I see? I see laundry. That’s the difference between you and me; I see mountains and laundry and you only see mountains.” With this, Rhonda…
