words from the world

We leave the beach to the massif of the mount Aoraki (or mount Cook), the highest summit in New-Zealand. Cold snow and black and steep rock took the place of the softness of the blond sand, swept the waters of the Pacific ocean. It' not a matter of climbing this peak which requires good mountainering skills but dreaming and completing the kaleidoscope of end-of-the-world pictures that takes shape within our skulls. A path leads us from a lake to another one and finally ends on a viewpoint. Bewildering panorama on the rocky massif.
Yesterday, we wanted to jump into the waves and swim with the seals and today, we dream of wearing a harness, a pair of crampons and step on these pristine snows.
And, what about tomorrow?