Oblivion awaits at the edge of the rocky promenade, the edge of the earth upon which I stand. Few stones slip with the settling of my feet, clattering down the face of the cliff, disappearing into the ink below. Midnight tapestry, dark with mystery unfurls across the sky, an audience of little twinkling eyes peers down at the lone traveler on the edge of the abyss, even the moon pales in the shadow of its gaping mawl.
Drinking in the night sounds, whispering winds, the chirup of crickets give way to the depths of solitary silence. Eyes strain to see the unknown. Expectancy, a heavy spice to the crisp air, invades my lungs, stirring the drumbeats of my heart. Now or never...Now or never....Now or never.
Deafening, the crunch and skritch, as I turn from the edge, staring back to the welcoming safety of city lights, in the distant valley. A warm bed, comforting friends around a worn lacquered bar table, routine...they beckon, a long sirens call to my soul.
Resolute legs piston, plumes of dust rise on the air with each pounding footfall, until the last step throws me headlong into the murk beyond the precipice. Seconds stretch, hushing the howl that rushes passed in my descent, and I kiss eternity full on the mouth, Icarus reborn on invisible wings.
Brilliant, a flash of light invades my senses a split second before impact, only to be eclipsed by the embrace of liquid obsidian. Air pushes from my lungs, aching to return along the path of escaping bubbles...breaking surface I gasp...more alive than ever before.
Midnight cliff diving may just be the craziest thing I have ever done. A flight into the unknown that seems to last forever before the waves wrap you in their blanket. You can look at it, measure it, attempt it in the light, but in that last step you embrace the uncertaintity as you learn to take flight.
Kinda like faith.