The early morning is brisk. Quiet. Blue hues paint the Himalayan foothills. And the sun begins to scale the highest peaks.
It is the kind of sunrise that makes you feel small and ordinary. Mountains—mountains—lined with a far off, fiery light. Quiet, magnificent glory. Jane Austen said it best, I think, "what are men to rocks and mountains?"
And then, tucked within the foothills of the Himalayas are two Swedes. Susanne and Fredrik. This is their story.