halfway up Mt. Moses
- Nowena Piispa
- Oct 13
- 1 min read
Updated: Oct 16
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 here halfway up, I can feel it — the summit calling.
Tired, trembling, but ready to take the rest by foot… one step closer to sunrise. 🌄✨







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