Full moon bathed the scene in mystical light, accentuating the the blueness of the glacier ice on the steep slopes of the mountains. Millions of stars were looking down on us while the moonlight created a dance of shadows on the snow. Cold and crisp air filled our lungs. It was cold - yet pleasant. Silence of the night was interrupted only by the snow squeaking under our feet and by the roars of the distant avalanches. The mountains looked even more majestic and powerful.
There's a moon over Mueller Hut tonight I see glaciers as they shine beneath the pale moonlight I've no choice but to follow that call The bright snow, the mountains, and the moon and all I pray everyday to be strong For I know what I do must be wrong Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my heart While there's a moon over Mueller Hut
As the day was on the wane and the sun was casting the last warm rays of light upon the face of Mt Cook, the most majestic mountain prepared for the night. Pulling a soft duvet of featherlike, sun-warmed clouds Aoraki, with a serious face of a Faraon, looked down on the vast expanse of the snow-covered land and the visitors who came to pay him a tribute... "Good night Aotearoa" he thought to himself.... DCS_5584
