No other place to put this…

24Sep07

There’s an amazing sense of clarity right before, that’s what they tell me.

You stand at the edge, and you look out, but not down. You gauge that last step with your mind and look out over the empty expanse of steel and glass-coated towers baking in the afternoon sun.

You try hard to feel the wind, and sun, the way buildings might remember their makers resting upon their giant shoulders. You try to make yourself sad but can’t, awed simply at the spectacle, happy to be there.

The last step brings the wind to full force, as if it can feel that you are nearly within its grasp, and it reaches out with an insistent embrace.

You beseech it in silent ecstasy. The cacophony is all.

So why, you ask — I wanted the wind to catch me.

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