I have arrived at Mount Everest, my dark brown boots crunches through crystal white snow. The chilly winter breeze lashes at me like a whip – ‘WUH-PUSSSH’, I fell over the sharp, rocky mountain terrain. The sound of the wind whisking away with a ‘WUSHHH’, I glare at the sky in amazement and astonishment as I have never witnessed such elegant scenery ever before, Crisp, white, shining covering that transformed the landscape making it a magical land full of wonder and undiscovered mysteries. The frozen river numb with cold seeking warmth, the blue navy sky gleams over the wintery snowy land; The sudden sensation of a sharp briskness brushes across my pale face, the countless layers of clothing strokes my frozen chest, though beautiful the snow was cold and sharp as it bit at my fingers and the wind kissed my cheeks. Little to no signs of life in my perspective, I ponder where all life has gone.
The heaven-touching apex of the mountain was drenched in brilliant light. Spikes of thin light impaled the snow in a bristling, moving line. I assumed that the heat had displaced the snow from the hip of the time chiseled mountain. The tips of the mountain range stuck up like a row of thorns, swaddled around them were necklaces of powdery snow. The air became arctic cold as I came closer to my camp.
The unmistakable whiff of macaroni cheese wafted to our noses. The warm steam of the stove in camp hit me, I shivered. I put a spoonful of macaroni cheese in my mouth and I could feel it melt in my mouth, slowly the flavor became more intense as my frozen taste buds come alive. As the pasta drifted from my mouth to my stomach the monster rumbling inside my stomach became quieter and quieter until the noise vanished with the last spoonful.
The night’s sleep was far from comfortable. The never-ending hours that took me to go to sleep were followed by a disturbed sleep of continuously waking up to take in air as I suffocated in my sleep. Morning finally came and I got out of my tent to find a commotion with many climbers crying as one of our Sherpa’s died. The other Sherpa’s decided to bury him in the snow and we all gave a hand in digging tirelessly to help create a hole to bury his small, pale and cold body. The death reminded us all how dangerous this journey is.
I wonder through a disorientated path, an endless journey, leading to nowhere but the heavens. The sun scarcely noticeable as it distinguishes the small amount of warmth it can administer, a shiver of anxiety runs down my spine. I find myself in a white haven filled with
