She’s calm.
That’s the danger.

The summit feels inevitable now. Close. Within reach.
So close that turning back starts to feel unreasonable.

Effort is already invested.
The question shifts—quietly—
from should we continue
to how do we finish this?

This is summit fever.
Not urgency. Not fear.
Certainty.

But the mountain hasn’t changed.
The conditions haven’t softened.

Only your threshold has.