It was towards the end of our expedition in the Karakoram.
One frozen evening, the clouds parted and the night sky unveiled a beautiful canopy sprinkled with stardust. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it in a mesmerized state of wonder. I had brought my watercolors along and hadn’t really given it much time to paint let alone to journal since my hands could not stand being outside of their gloves longer than a minute. But something about the solitude I had to myself, perched on a little rock and craning my neck to the Milky Way, warmed my body to a state of action.
I pulled out my watercolors and ink pen and let my thoughts hit the paper for the first time the whole expedition. These were the thoughts I could muster before my hands became too cold to write anymore.
Lessons in the Karakoram