The Other Blog

At the edge of the cliff I stand. The golden eagles under the golden sun circle around my head. A black and white vulture watches keenly… waiting, perhaps? The wind is just a whisper, whispering in my ear. I’m so calm… how can it be? I’ve walked down this road a thousand times, a thousand miles, and have never gone beyond this point. This edge… so alluring. If I could, I’d speak a thousand things, a thousand different feelings pouring out all at once.

Smiling, I look over the edge. A thousand feet below, the pellucid water beckons me. It’s high-noon, and yet, the wind is calm and cool, waiting and watching. If you were here with me now, what would you say, what would you do? Everything stands still here, at the edge of the cliff. The eagles seem frozen in a never-ending circular loop, the vultures are still watching impatiently, not moving a muscle. In the distance, somewhere far below, life goes on… but here, by myself, everything is still.

I’ll close my eyes… watch the million faces appear again… all the while knowing, that even among these, I’ll come straight to you… I’ll recognize you by the way my heartbeat changes when I’m near you. I’ll recognize you by my sudden desire to stay alive. You bring a smile to my face. You give me a reason to live… I think I’ll get up and walk away for now, leaving this cliff alone again; maybe I’ll come back here later… maybe with you. Maybe I’ll come alone again, only to stand at the edge of the cliff, and maybe then, the wind will push me harder, and I’ll float off the edge.