remembrance

i miss the distant roar of glaciers, the frightening purity of the cold air, the blue light of the stove, the gentle murmur of boiling water, the acrid smell of sleeping bags, the thousand colors of the sky above the clouds, the clinging sound of crampons on hard ice, the undescribable longing of ice-cream and fresh fruit (and the undescribable pleasure of having them back), the beauty of the untouched snow being first scraped by our feet, being one with the backpack, the birth of clouds upon the summits.

link: Degree Confluence Project
escucho: Echoes, Pink Floyd / Meddle