
On a predawn ridge the mercury sank fast, and my battery died mid-metering. I trusted yesterday’s notes, opened up for snow, and bracketed one stop. The negative sang. The takeaway: redundancy, rehearsal, and calm habits protect vision when comfort vanishes and decisions compress under gusts and glittering ice.

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