"There are mornings when the climb seems to begin not from the snow beneath your feet, but from somewhere deep inside you. In this image, the snow-covered road winds beside you like a quiet guide, a protective edge reminding you that you’re not entirely alone in front of the mountain.
Each step feels like a small victory over the cold, the fatigue, the doubts. The sharp air steals your breath for a moment, only to give it back clearer, more focused.
The destination stops mattering. What remains is the rhythm of your steps, the crunch of snow breaking under your boots, and that subtle feeling that you’re rising — not just on the mountain slope, but in your own story."
