At 1:30 a.m., halfway up Mt. Moses, the air was thin and the cold bit deep — but something inside me was awake. 🌌 My body wanted to stop, yet my soul whispered, “Not yet. You’re almost there.” Every step felt like a small victory — breathless, freezing, but so alive. Ahead of me, my travel companion’s steady pace became my anchor. Without a word, he pulled me forward, reminding me that sometimes strength isn’t loud — it’s quiet, determined, unstoppable. And now, standing her