I sat down on the rock behind me. Clouds filled the sky, impregnated with rain,
black in their presence. Their vastness was so majestic, it made me feel inconsequential.
The trees that surrounded me were so full of history, so many years of life
they had between them. Every kind of moss and plant covered every inch of the
ground and rocks. I looked over the cliff towards the still water, the
reflection of the horizon clear as glass, almost like a mirror. An overwhelming
feeling of bliss came over me and consumed my ever –present body. I felt so
sure of the time, the place. I was so alive in that moment, taking in every sight
that surrounded me, every molecule of life, every sound, and every breath that
I took was so magnificent, and the flaws in the entirety were even more so. A silent
drop of rain tapped my shoulder, light and graceful, but strong enough to make
an impact. Another drop, and then another fell, landing on my body and on the
world around me. Soon enough, the only sounds I could hear were the splash of
the heavy shower and my breathing, broken from the shivers that overtook my
body in the cold. I looked up to the sky, not minding at all the water that
streamed down my face and obstructed my vision. I felt the metronome of the
rain falling on the ground, my breathing a silent melody, playing the beautiful
music of life in my ears. I rose this time, and took a few steps toward the
cliff. My bare feet wrapped like claws over the edge as I stood, a molecule on
the edge of infinity. Nothing I had done before mattered, no words spoken, no
steps taken, for in this very moment I had an overwhelming urge to jump. My
heart beat with life, my eyelashes, now dripping in the rain, blinked
furiously. The timidity of life’s majesty was lacking in my head, and I felt as
if I knew my place in this perfect cycle of life.
