The mountain actually broke.

 I got home from town today and looked out the window at the mountains, which I look at every day, and then I realized something was wrong. 

The mountain was quite distanced from us. To the point where the green trees looked blue. But we could still see the whole thing very clearly. 

This was the mountain I had been gazing at since forever. 

I looked at something strange. It was a cliff that hadn't been in that gully before. Maybe the snow fell in an odd way, I thought. 

And that's when I realized. 

A HUGE CHUNK OF ICE HAD BROKEN OFF THE MOUNTAIN. 

It was a huge change. Grey rock sat where the section of the mountain had once been. Trees had been crushed like tiny toothpicks under a hydraulic press. A faint cloud of dust subsided. 

I screamed to my family, "THE MOUNTAIN HAS BROKE," and they screamed too. I looked at it through binoculars. It had definitely broken off an enormous chunk--too far to affect us, too close for us to be calm. 

Pictures will be shared soon.