Climbing days are running out. Winter is coming. Eventually I’ll have to learn to live with myself in the quiet. But not yet. Today is perfect and hard and I’ll go home sore and tired and happy.
The days will get shorter and shorter. But then they’ll get longer, so that’s ok.
The seasons change and climbing days come again. In the meantime I’ll try and love the colder days and sleep on these darker, longer nights, and rest up for the adventures to come.
