Overnight hike to the sunrise

My dad was in Tokyo for the weekend and we hiked Mount Fuji, the tallest mountain in Japan, with my friend, Emilio. The cold mountain air crept in, and we were some five to six hours above the world peacefully tucked under thick clouds. An endless string of flashlights of every climber dotted the thin zigzag trail down the steep hill, and it was slowly and quietly moving along towards the top as if it is a stream of stars glittering on the rough earth. As we gasped at the thin air making slow progress, the night sky shone its thousands of constellations and glistening milky ways and shooting stars on us. A sense of serenity and solemnity loomed over the unawakened Fuji.