Out there, just the two of us, alone in our togetherness. Last night’s virgin snow all around – pristine and crisp. Every step, every breath, brings us closer to the summit. A summit we will not reach, don’t even know where it is, have never been there. Little by little we gain ground, feet dragging through thick snow. The wind is lashing us from below, ice particles stinging exposed faces. Eventually, white-out. The ground is the sky, the sky likewise, the ground. Turning back, rapid descent, following our own footprints.
Another day perhaps, when the sun is shining.