A Piece of Rainbow Blooming in a Gray Landscape

In snowy silence, what matters is not the summit but walking together. Footsteps of trust light the way in a glowing journey.

The snowy mountain stretches out ahead,

quietly pulling us forward like a whisper.

It’s not too high or too far,

yet it holds inclines steep enough to take our breath

and tension enough to keep our hearts pounding.

The snow isn’t heavy or light.

Each time we slip,

we realize again how reassuring it is

to follow the footsteps of those we trust.

Without words,

we pass along more than the weight of our backpacks —

we pass belief,

silent and steady, down each spine.

The back of the person walking ahead

often looks like the future we hope to reach.

The mountain is quiet,

but we are not.

Our breathing, the crunch of crampons,

the occasional whisper of the wind —

these make the landscape feel alive.

As the sun begins to color the ridge,

we too start to glow within its light.

The goal was never just the summit.

It was the shared journey,

this very moment of walking together.

And we know,

when the trail ends,

what remains won’t be the white scenery,

but the memory of walking it together.