As I covered my hands with the airy dust of climbing chalk, I could feel my body and mind ignite; My white small hands placed strategically on the warm desert rock.
Why did I have to stop doing this? Was it really so bad?
I felt powerful and full of lust when I hit the wall, like returning to a forbidden lover.
I climb and I twist, moving through the route, following the routine.
My muscles awake and my skin shreds across my fingertips and palms as if resurrecting callouses.
My body surges heat and my mind silences.
My whole summer was dedicated to balance, but what I lacked was participating in a sport that gave me the strongest sense of balance. My mind and energy drifted and before my eyes, and the season is changing now; fall is patiently waiting.
