I keep walking.

It has been years but I couldn’t tell you the exact span of time.

I have lost track.

 

The landscape changes.

It remains very much familiar to me with its colors, shapes, and vegetation.

And yet foreign.

 

I keep walking.

This path I am on will continue until either I reach the edge or my starting point.

I am unsure which it will be.

 

The horizon widens.

The heavens seem closer now than they were when I began.

I do not know why.

 

The landscape disappears.

I cannot see the land ahead; it seems to fade into the sky this time.

This is new.

 

I see the end.

I have discovered the edge of the earth and it is wonderous.

Terror fills me.

 

The vast expanse of sky.

It turns my fear into awe as I move slowly toward the edge.

I must see what is below.

 

I drop to a crawl.

I am too afraid to continue walking and being closer to the earth gives me a sense of security.

My hands curve over the edge.

 

I sink to my belly.

I scoot forward to peer cautiously over despite the vibrations of terror that shoot through me.

I lay still.

 

I cast my eyes downward.

And I am overwhelmed by the beauty that I see continuing without end both above and below.

I take a deep breath.

 

I exhale.

Exhilaration fills me and I push my body forward until I am surrounded by blue expanse.

I am falling.