She looked up and saw a mountain that shouldn't have been there. When she looked back, it was gone. A glare in her windshield? But rather than turn into her company parking lot, she circled where the miraginous mountain had been. In that realm of office parks, it wasn't hard to turn time and time again. She saw the mountain again between a printing company and a tree, then it was gone. It appeared again in the reflection of a delivery van's window.
As she circled, the mountain appeared more frequently. Over her shoulder as she glanced to change lanes. For a moment between the cab and cargo of a semi. Rounding a corner before the morning sun made her blink.
Then she was there. It rose up impossibly high, slopes rocky and rich with trees that had fought for every second of tenuous purchase. Above those, snow shone in the sun. Behind her, the office parks looked distant, as though she'd been driving away from them the entire time. She supposed she had.
Would she be able to find her way back? Was there a way back? What about her car? Did she even care?
She started to climb.