White Lines




After Fraser left for home, I went up a hill or three, more of which later.  But for now, the tale of a partial white out on Geal Charn. 
Eyes and mind playing tricks as I moved towards where the summit should be.  Low wind and calm in spirit, the shuffle and squeak of steel against sastrugi, strange echoes, moving disembodied through the clouds.  Keep blinking.  The top was much further than I thought.  Checking my watch and watching left and right as edges come and go.  Is someone walking with me?  I turn and look more than once.  Welcome to the upper world - our secret, our refuge and our passion.  Today, a placid dreaming dragon.