You wake up early in Chamonix, the peaks already glowing pink. strong Coffee, quiet nerves, harness on. The approach winds through wildflowers and warm granite before the rope comes out and everything slows down.

By the time you reach the hut, boots off in the sun, Melted snow for tea. Maps on the table. Laughter from another rope team.

early morning, you move over blue glacier light and along the ridge. The summit isn’t loud -it’s quiet, grounding.

You come back tired, sun-warmed, a little changed.