Thinking about climbing, about the moves… remembering the moves, the difficult moves. There is a sudden sensation that runs down the forearms to the fingers, and then it is gone. It is almost as if you there on the cliff, holding the handholds, the crimps. You are on the cliff. You are there. The ‘thereness’ of climbing. A calm energy surges through you, and then it is gone. The moves were executed as if by command. You try to understand the rule that governed that energy, but it is difficult. It arose like the urge to dance. It is mysterious. It is peculiar. You are about to start the climb…
