For years now I have looked outside this window in my room. I have laid my eyes on the Santa Rita Mountains and have seen a different image every time I opened my curtains. My eyes have seen this timeless face change into a unique image every second of everyday for the past seven years. Through that time I have seen those mountains a far and at close. Through that time I have seen changes upon those rock formations. The four seasons bring four changes as predicated earlier. Spring season brings the new sprouts, new leaves, new young in the animals and even what seems to be new fresh start to a year. Summer brings the warmth, brings season to those of young who just arrived, and the rains of the monsoon come to prepare those for later. As those rains dissipate and the temperature begins to cool, the mountains change again. The leaves of youth fade color and start to show their age. Yellow, gold, brown and red cover the canopies and ground like a brilliant picture. The now seasoned crea