Lessons from the Wild By Samantha Kramer I remember looking up at the mountains, dark, towering shapes dusted with the first traces of snow. The sky was a soft, muted gray, the kind that made every color below it burn richer: deep greens, fading yellows, and those rich reds that always felt impossibly bright. Fog draped itself over the ridges like a translucent blanket, slow and pale, softening the edges of the world around me.