Everyone shouts and claps and his head momentarily disappears from my sight and into the water fourty feet below. Carefully, I menouver my way on the railroad ties to the spot where he had just been; standing only two inches from a fourty foot fall.
Breath in. Breath out. Standing for a second, I prepare to remember this next second for the rest of my life. Then . . .
Falling.
Nothing else seems to matter in the moment as I realize that for maybe the only time in my life, I am free. A slight sense of fear accompanies as the sensation of falling changes and it seems as though I have left myself behind. But the gentle, cold arms of the river catch me and wash all fears away.
And somehow, in the moment when I had left everything behind me, I was free. Truly free.
"It's hard to imagine the freedom we find
From the things that we leave behind"
- Micheal Card
Dedicated to @Colorful__Dreamer. Because she reminds me to forget and just be free.
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RandomNot out of boredom. It's the little things that interest me and spark my imagination.
