Somnambulism #13/44

Drifting in a daze, I am neither awake nor asleep. The crisp, cold air compliments a sleeping bag immersed in frost. I’m completely alone…isolated…hypnotized. Without a tent, my view of the stars is unobstructed as the glacier calves… Rocks begin to fall, and the light begins to change; the full moon rises as a deep, bitter cold mass continually flows from the west. There’s an urgent rush to view the illuminated glacier behind me. Cerro Torre stands tall, glowing as it looms overhead… … something abnormal is sensed. Countless days & attempts to capture this mystical mountain have led to now, this moment….the abnormal. Time seemingly then warps as night becomes blue hour… …am I d...View all