It Comes In the Free-FallIt Comes in the Free-Fall
I stand on the edge of the cliff and tip my face to the sky; my eyes are closed, and I can feel the sunlight of the clear day pulsating across the planes of my face. The rays of golden warmth beat against my eyelids and wrap around me like a blanket. I hold my arms up to the sky as if I could touch you if I reach high enough. The constant roar of tumbling water is oppressive, and, like the sunlight, it seems to envelope me in an embrace. Small drops of mist cling to me, flung back up the cliff-side from the collisions they face at the bottom. I take a deep breath.
I can hear you in the sound of the waterfall, muted whispers tantalizing me, woven through a hushed lullaby melody sung by the river somewhere up the mountain. I can feel you in the sunlight, trailing a fingertip across my body and memorizing each blemish, curve, and imperfection that completes the perfection that you call me. And the rush of air that sweeps around me is just... you. You're everywher