Making a mountain of a molehill.

I notice things. Consciously. That’s important. To be conscious. Aware. Too easy to play the role of robot. To go through motions. Without observing. I see the snow banks. Miniature mountains. Maybe that’s a contradiction. Isn’t a mountain supposed to be a mountain?  Can anything miniature be a mountain?  Anyway, snow banks remind me of mountains. In shape. If not size. I’m able to make a mountain of a proverbial molehill. Because I put no bounds on my imagination.  –Jim Broede