We arrived at base camp in the mist. That night a full moon eclipse was felt though unseen in the blanketed sky. The world felt hushed, holy and alive.
Before dawn we geared up, roped in, and began the slow, steady climb. Crevasses opened around us - luminous layers of blue and white, breathtakingly deep. Steam rose from the crater’s edge; the living pulse of the mountain.
We stood on the summit - small and smiling. Endless peaks stretched across a sea of clouds, beckoning with quiet invitation.
Memories carved in ice and light.
Our friendship woven stronger in the sacred rhythm of challenge and grace.