The fog gnaws at the remnants of the fire

The fog gnaws at the remnants of the fire
The morning breathes with coolness
In the fog, like a sail, the tent is visible,
And the wind flutters its thin canvas

We are once again embarking on a desperate assault
Towards the summit, having begun our ascent
We want to test ourselves for strength,
With work as dangerous as if it were a battle

The summit beckons us, sparkling in the blue,
With an unwavering and stern beauty
We must carve a path for ourselves,
To the summit, we will pave our way

We cut steps in the sheer rock;
The backpack pulls down into the abyss
I dedicate each of my steps to you,
And my journey becomes lighter

Once again, we will descend from the peak,
Where our tent waits in the fog,
And we will write to our loved ones
In simple, yet full of tenderness, words