Light

I shuffle along the edge of the narrow platform.

A solid, steep wall blocks one side, impossible to scale and hopelessly long.
The wind whisks around me.
It wraps my clothes around me, then voluptuously billows out the thin cloth.
It feels great, seeing the world stretched out before me.

A small figure waves at me from way down below.
I can hear her calling out to me, voice dancing in the wind.
But the words were tossed away before they could be caught.
I peek cautiosuly over the edge and waved back.

Arms flat out against the wall, bracing myself agains the wind I drew a deep breath and ...breathed.
Relishing the absence of noise save the howling of the wind, a muted roar in ones ear.
Savouring the feeling of being unconquerable one last time.

And with a delighted laugh, eyes sparkling, I stepped forward into the nothingness myself.
It didnt feel slow, like watching it.
Excitement, adrenaline, thrill of travelling at over 100km/h through air.
Caught up in the moment, there was no time to be scared.
Unlike watching, I knew I would not fall, broken.
She would catch me.

The platform receded slowly.
The grey monotone tainted at this angle, by shades of dusky pink.
Ashes of Roses, I think the color was called.
And the ground was looming predominantly now.

My arms moved of its own accord, away from my sides where they had previously been clenched.
The air rushing past filled my fluttering clothes like sails.
They bulged pregnantly, and the ground began to enlargen at a slower rate.
I fix my eyes on her.

She was laughing, joyous at my safety.
As I softly landed, on my feet, she rushed towards me.
We embrace and she helps me stand.
The light in her eyes says it all.

"Lets go again"