Under the cover of incessant chatter, we were secretly delaying going out into the cold wind. But given that we had to start for the summit in a couple of hours, eventually forced us to push through our reluctance so that we could rest our bodies for what’s to come. As we tucked ourselves in for the night, the performance of the elements of nature outside went on about. Now with deepened colours and an additional cast in the form of the almost full moon and an army of shining stars, it was getting more dramatic by the minute. Sadly, we couldn’t stick around for the climax.
Changing Hues of the Night
If I had thought last evening was spectacular with its burst of colours, I was in for a surprise when I woke up at 2AM to start our climb to the summit of this 4,590M peak. Although it was the dead of the night, the almost full moon and the million stars were enough to keep the poetry outside my tent, alive. The deep purple of the night skies held the bright moon steady in its place as it drenched the innumerable peaks in its silver light.
The outside had deepened in colour but certainly not dampened in its beauty. The nip of the night air was enough to jolt me out of my slumber – packed and ready, with a surprising spring in my step, I was all set to start the climb.
