descriptive writing

I’m in the desert climbing the tallest rocky cliff I can find at sun set and the clouds are golden orange and I am hanging off a cliff. Despite the cold wind I are determined to get to the top. My hands feel like they are burning because the hard, rough, sharp rocks.

My harness and climbing gear is very tight and I am high off the ground. I can hear rocks tumbling
and fear they will hit me but they pass safely. Everything is dark with shadow except the ocean
coloured sky and the golden clouds. I am a little bit frightened but keep on climbing. I smell clean
fresh air