I touched the cut from my right arm. The rock happily sliced my skin. Red liquids were oozing out of my skin. It should be a sickening sight, but I could not help smiling at it.
The sweet breeze was hugging my body and the light heat of the sun embraced my skin. I spread my arms wide and tipped my head above the clear skies. The blood trickling down my arm was tickling. I laughed.
I had once dreamt to reach a mountain. I had thought it would be easy when it was not. Today, at the top of my first mountain, I thanked the gash I got from climbing the place I were in.