Especially high on my list of pros is the view of mountains on a day like this. You can’t see them fully. Your eyes begin at the base and slowly climb upward until the wall of white swallows up the mass.
It’s perfect for imagining.
When you can’t see the top, limits are abandoned.
The mountain could be just a foothill.
Or the Alaskan Range.
Only the cloud knows.
I love mystery and wonder of it all.