Tim looked out over the edge. Above was a vast cloudless blue. Below there was a solid expanse of green decorated with a ribbon of water. He was up high enough that he could see small flocks of birds wheeling through the air beneath him. This was not new because he had been in places like this before and he always came back to find himself again on the edge of a precipice. The honest truth was that he had never been able to find the courage to jump.
Behind him was a wide flat space that dropped off on either side every bit as much as that which was in front. There were trees farther back, grass, ...people, and the trail leading to this place. Even now that path called him. It would be so easy to just go back. And yet, there is something about standing on the edge of a precipice that brings extraordinary focus. The danger of being on the edge removes everything extraneous except that which is happening. The moment is in perfect balance. Some people call this moment of absolute clarity "stopping the world". It is when all thought stops and that person just IS.
He stood there motionless for many minutes and found himself in the right place and the right time with himself and everything around him. There was no wind and no sound. Tim jumped. It was his first base jump.
1 comment:
You've done a good job of setting the scene and describing an extraordinary environment with getting overly "poetical" with flowery words and such. I like this one a lot.
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