Volcano Number Two
Bigger than the first, much bigger. We did it at night, the moon was full and there was no need for L.E.D.s. The air was thin and combined with exhaustion to create a dangerous euphoria on icy rocks and mud. After 4 hours we reached the top and slept despite the wind and freezing cold. The brilliant rising sun woke us like a bully with a flashlight. Shivering we looked down on volcanos and clouds and felt like gods.
Was that pretentious enough?
