White Sunday

A second, and this time successful attempt at the 2 Munros above Ballachulish in winter conditions. I have no words at the moment, there's more than enough empty talk to make us spit blood, but then days like Sunday come along and the world is made whole again and you think for a few hours it never went away, it always was.

It's not a mirage, it's a part of the same, it's sustenance.