Mourning Sun

We weren't yet up against it. But I think we knew it was coming. Scott and I had been climbing all night. It didn't make sense to stop and chop a shitty ledge from the hard, black ice. Or to wiggle our way into too-thin sleeping bags when we could warm ourselves with movement, and heat our hearts with risk. So when the sun disappeared there was no discussion. We were connected and each understood what needed to be done.