We were in a good storm. A satisfying one. Every three hours, one of us had to go outside to excavate the tent from the ravenous snow. The wind was blowing so hard that you had to hide your face in order to see, and you had to be careful in order to keep your balance, but at least there was nothing to fall off. The clouds that blanketed us on the glacier hid the sun, giving the world around us an apocalyptic tinge.