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© Nicholas Vosper 2003 |
I could fall from this place, be dashed upon rocks I cannot see. Nevertheless I know they are there. I could beat a hasty retreat, step back from the brink and nullify the danger there is in simply being here. Yet I do not move, taking pleasure in the high that adrenalin creates, tempting fate and probability. This precipice is shrouded my view forward is obscured. There is no lighthouse to warn no guide rope to lead the way. Common sense dictates I should withdraw, feel my way back from whence I came, but the heights exhilarate me so. For now I will stay, allow myself to be buffeted until the gale casts me down either way, or the clouds are scattered and the landscape appears before me. I will stand and bathe in the glory of the moment. Let the elements decide. |