Tip of the Feather
The thick fog had already lead me to give up any hope of seeing anything. This did not matter, one can only ever ask their body to will them to the top and back down, alive. Asking for much more than that would be too greedy. Yet, after the 5 hour climb, at an elevation of 1900 odd meters up, and just below the summit, mount feathertop unwrapped itself. As though it were a bird spreading its wings, revealing its sleek body, or in this case, it's delicately placed cornice, ready to collapse when the temperature rises just enough. My heart did not beat for the five seconds I was given to grab for my phone and to take this photo.
Daniel Bartos
