Hiking is sometimes like life, dressed in fog. You see only corners, spots, and shadows of the things that could be.
You see enough so that you can make three more steeps. You try to cover yourself completely so that the cold and the unknown may stay outside.

And what makes you keep going is the thought of the refuge waiting for you at the end of the path. Or the thought of the mountain so visible to see beyond the fog.

Foggy greetings,

C.