We climbed.
And as we climbed the mist descended upon us.
It was a realisation of our state.
It united us and separated us.
It was a place for visions, away from others.
We each wrapped ourselves in our cloaks of fog; our breath a dull, hollow sound reaching around to our ears almost reluctantly.
The mist gifted us with solitude, even as we climbed abreast and in single file.