It’s a trickster power that mountains have. They create wind just by passing the sun between them, across the sky.

Sunrise in the Similkameen (and the Puddin’head Talus in shadow)

In the mountains, one lives very close to the sun. Sometimes you are within it. Sometimes you are waiting for it to come, or watching it go. It’s not that you can outrun it. Best to be like a tree, really.