And that, as they say, is it.
His Sherpa shook his hand and congratulated him.
Nothing left to achieve. No more goals to reach. He had done it all. Every mountain worth mentioning had now been scaled by him.
It had taken him just a year to do so. It was a folly, they had said when he’d laid out his plans. It could not be accomplished, they had warned. Yet he had proven them wrong, here, on top of the world.
There’s a storm coming in, his Sherpa said. If we want to make it to base camp we have little time to waste.
There was something to be said about that. Achieve your goal and then walk away. But why then was he not moving? Why was he staring at the brewing storm approaching?
He had not known about the particulars of clouds before he started his endeavour…
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