Driving with a friend to Burnsville in the mountains north of here this morning I watched a tall mountain in the distance apparently shrink rapidly before my eyes. The mountain was ahead of us and slightly to the left, framed by some distant trees. As we climbed in elevation, the mountain seemed to shrink relative to the framing trees. It moved very quickly, like a flip book. It reminded me of how the moon rises and falls and rises again when you watch it from a car while driving in mountains. Nothing is what it seems to be, right?