Long hours at work today. I darted to the kitchen to make some coffee and looked at the northern mountain range, for some of the Outposters a place of nostalgia forever. Barren as it was, it was nevertheless bathed in the warm light of a winter afternoon, filtered through the crispness of a dustless atmosphere. The range looked enchantingly real, near and ethereal at the same time. I stood there gazing through the window, past the building site, past the trees, past the ugly skyline behind them. The mountain was visible both in all its detail of rocks, grass and lonely trees and as a complete abstract, albeit complex, shape. I then thought that sights like this can inspire the numinous to virtually anyone happening to look northwards at that moment.