Post by account_disabled on Dec 5, 2023 6:03:13 GMT
It stopped. Around him the cold wind blew, whistling all the rage of winter against his ears. At the top the ice formed thin sheets of glass that covered the snow below. He had found them a few meters earlier, as soon as he reached the summit, scattered among rocks and patches of dried moss. Now ice was everywhere. He sat down on the snow, opened his backpack, took off his crampons and put it on. Then she began to descend. The wind hit him from the right, making him travel in an oblique line. In front of him the saddle was an endless expanse of white. Beyond, the top of the second mountain to reach. He hadn't met anyone that day, as was normal. Hikers and ski mountaineers usually didn't go on weekdays. He remembered his girlfriend's words as she trudged down the icy slope, the ground crunching beneath her feet. “Don't go alone.
“No one's coming with me, you know.” “Then go on Sunday.” “I can't, and then I have a free day tomorrow.” «Then do something else. In the mountains, alone, with all that cold." “It doesn't cause bad weather.” “Yes, but Phone Number Data there is snow.” “I'm going specifically for that.” Silence. “Come on, I'll call you as soon as I get to the car.” "Call me." «Yes, before I leave I'll call you.» He smiled. She was always anxious when she went to the mountains, even if her friends who were more experienced than her were with him. She had never wanted to follow him, due to the cold and her fatigue in walking with her backpack on her shoulders in the snow, but she had always tried to distract him from that activity that she could not conceive of. He put those thoughts aside and concentrated on the descent.
As the altitude decreased, the wind also became less strong, but the man knew that when he began to climb again, towards the next peak, the wind would resume with the same strength as before. “Don't go alone.” The girl's words came back to him. He realized that he didn't miss her in that moment of extreme loneliness. Up there he could taste the true taste of freedom. It was what he called paradise. It was the meaning of his life. He hadn't told her, but the decision to go that day depended precisely on this: he loved being alone in the mountains, being surrounded only by snow, trees and rocks. Look around and see only nature, without the shadow of human beings. He had chosen the route that hid the view of the mountain villages. In that part of the Apennines it was common to reach two thousand meters above sea level and see houses and roads in the distance. It wasn't a view that he loved, that gave him the feeling of being far from civilization.
“No one's coming with me, you know.” “Then go on Sunday.” “I can't, and then I have a free day tomorrow.” «Then do something else. In the mountains, alone, with all that cold." “It doesn't cause bad weather.” “Yes, but Phone Number Data there is snow.” “I'm going specifically for that.” Silence. “Come on, I'll call you as soon as I get to the car.” "Call me." «Yes, before I leave I'll call you.» He smiled. She was always anxious when she went to the mountains, even if her friends who were more experienced than her were with him. She had never wanted to follow him, due to the cold and her fatigue in walking with her backpack on her shoulders in the snow, but she had always tried to distract him from that activity that she could not conceive of. He put those thoughts aside and concentrated on the descent.
As the altitude decreased, the wind also became less strong, but the man knew that when he began to climb again, towards the next peak, the wind would resume with the same strength as before. “Don't go alone.” The girl's words came back to him. He realized that he didn't miss her in that moment of extreme loneliness. Up there he could taste the true taste of freedom. It was what he called paradise. It was the meaning of his life. He hadn't told her, but the decision to go that day depended precisely on this: he loved being alone in the mountains, being surrounded only by snow, trees and rocks. Look around and see only nature, without the shadow of human beings. He had chosen the route that hid the view of the mountain villages. In that part of the Apennines it was common to reach two thousand meters above sea level and see houses and roads in the distance. It wasn't a view that he loved, that gave him the feeling of being far from civilization.