A Brief Coronation加冕
August on the Columbia Icefield — barely five degrees that morning. The glacier beneath Mount Athabasca still hid in shadow while the summit caught the first light. Gold poured over the ridges, clouds flowing, like a coronation. The wind was strong; all around, silence. Five minutes later the sky had closed in. The gold gone — only the wind and endlessly churning clouds remained.
八月的哥伦比亚冰原，清晨只有五摄氏度左右。阿萨巴斯卡山下的冰川还躲在阴影里，山顶已经迎来了第一缕阳光。金黄漫过山间，彩云流动，像是在加冕。风很大，四周静悄悄。五分钟后，天色已然阴了下来。金色消失不见，只剩下大风和翻涌不尽的云。