Between the Bluffs

The hardest thing about falling in a canyon is:

Getting out. Continue reading “Between the Bluffs”

Solitude Crashes

There are some places you go just to be alone, you know? You just need a few moments to yourself. A breather.

Especially when it’s this late.

Or maybe it’s this early.

I still haven’t decided.

But that’s not really my point.

The night is drawing to a close. The sun is peaking out from somewhere, being illusive as I take my drive through the mountains, and I’m heading somewhere to be alone.

And my point is:

I don’t end up alone.

But, I suppose that’s just the sort of risks you take when you make your alone place a public space.

A public space with a great view, no less. Continue reading “Solitude Crashes”

Jumping Experience

Looking over the edge, I realized it, but way too late:

I was way in over my head here.

“You scared?”

I startled a little bit, which was answer enough for her.

She laughed, good-naturedly. “It is pretty scary, isn’t it?” she said, peering over the edge of the cliff with me at the water below.

I’d heard that people had jumped from this cliff before. The girl standing next to me claimed she’d done it time and time again. Thousands or hundreds of times, she’s stood on this cliff, looked over the edge, and leapt.

How brave.

That’s what I thought.

Until she spoke again.

“It’s scary every time.” Continue reading “Jumping Experience”