NOVEMBER 6 2014
Sitting up on the ledge, below Arthur's seat, the city sprawled before me and I could hear my breath in my ears, in my chest, as the silence caught me. The climb was long, and, as usual, I had let my excitement take me with leaps and bounds up the rocky incline, until I could feel my lungs squeezing too tight. I sat down, a bit light headed, and felt my eyes adjust to the scene...
The sun sent down a layer of misty light to settle in the folds of the town.
A raven circled, taking the wind under its feathered arms. My eyes followed as it floated across the thin air... over the city... nothing beneath it. I imagined what it would be like to leap out into the blue eye of the sky, weightless.
Beneath me the sounds of the city made a muffled murmuring noise.
Cold wind ruffling strands of my hair, wafting them in gold threads across my vision.
Freezing fingers on warm legs, wrapped close.
It was such an inward-looking moment,
such joy at nothing; at everything.
