Climbing

When you climb, the finger tips bleeding, you forget the pain in your heart. When you focus on the next 20 feet of move, you breathe you live in THE moment. I enjoyed the quietness in Grotto Fall. It was a quiet morning, me and the waterfall. You stared at the ice, you felt the ice. The boundary between me and the ice tools blurred, peace filled in the space. I was part of the universe.

What defines an individual? Looking back, I see myself at thirteen years old, searching for the edible herb in spring time in my middle school's backyard.