Cold skin. Very cold. I touch my cheek again and to experience this feeling once more. It doesn’t feel like mine anymore. Rain and hail kissed my cheeks million times within the last hour.
Now it’s time to dive into a cloud.
Uncertainty disturbs. Especially on 2000 meters above the sea level on a sharp rocks.
I feel a brush of cold air on my lips, hairs and arms. Finally this milky universe swallowed me and there is no way back any longer. I even don’t know where is that «way back». Everything is white. Everything is the same.
Now I can’t efford this luxury. I just look straight ahead and follow the marks on the track while I still can see something.
Fear. Joy. And curiosity. All mixed in a cocktail that I’m drinking now.
But the thought that I’m walking with a cloud makes me smile. A scarf of thick wet air thrown around me to protect from the cold.
I’m feeling strange here. I feel like I got invited for an event by mistakes.
This experience is impossible to forget. What a treat!