The Plung

June 19, 2008

A crisp breeze blows.

She sits, looking over the edge

into the waves.

The mountains look ominous around her,

yet, they fill her with hope.

In this place she is free.

No fear.

No doubt.

Stress doesn't exist.

Time stands still.

 

She smiles as the wind envelopes her.

Her hair blinds her as she laughs.

She laughs because she is happy;

happier then she has ever imagined.

She enjoys this brief moment in time,

as the wind begins to blow.

She see the waves growing, growing larger.

The white caps move towards her.

 

With a giggle, she looks back

to the shore...

and takes the plung.