I'm starting a climb with my friend Tom, and I think one other person. It is dark, and we are in a parking lot overlooking the lights of the city through a thin veil of tall trees. It seems that we are going to climb down a steep snowy cliff to the city, and then back up to here by morning. It's now just after 9pm, which was supposed to be our departure time. I was doing something to prepare, just over the wall, but now my pack is on and I'm walking through the parking lot looking for Tom so that we can get going, feeling some pressure as though I caused a delay.