Three hours later, Frank and Sarah were sitting alone, side by side in front of the Command tent. With the sun having just set, the barren land of rock and stone around them took on a spectral quality. She pulled her collar up around her neck, warding off the chill wind buffeting the land. All was still and quiet, except for the murmurings of climbers upwind who had yet to retire to their tents.
Picking up her water bottle, she took a swig and said, “Back home, this is my favorite time of day. Just sitting on the deck with a glass of pinot and watching the stars come out.”
“A time for reflection,” Frank said. “To think about all that has happened during the day and to let it pass away.”
“Or to hold onto it as a fond memory. I’ve had some good ones here thanks to you,” Sarah said, turnin
