Summit
March 30th 2014 Colder and Foggier. Wetter and darker. I slept terribly and woke with angst. I needed to summit. The day was a short one in the dark of the rising cloud. I was swirling up, damply.
It felt like I was in slow motion. My small wristwatch weighed down my hand. My light pack heaved down its burden. My bright blue jacket beaded with moisture.
The mist was heavy.
I wasn't there. It wasn'
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