As the sun shone brightly on the summit, the snow was like a toasted marshmallow, not moving. The sun danced like a leaf swaying in the wind. Snow was deep; birds were calling; people were climbing. On the unstable landscape, crevasses were created, avalanches were made and the taste of tension was unescapable. If you got to the top, you would see the panoramic view of the Himalayas stretching for miles. The snow was a cloud, it covered anything, anyway.... A scent of danger could be tasted and itfelt as if Everest was bigger than the world ! This is certainly a scintilating journey to embark upon. Softly, the snow flakes trickle on your face, then melt at the result of oxygen. What a beautiful mountain. Beautiful but deadly beyond belief...