Height 📝

A slight wind blows through my wet hair as I stand atop the springboard tower. I walk to the precipice with a jitter in my legs.

The water looks inviting, and It would only take one more step to get to it. But it is too high everything in my body fights against the idea of taking that additional step. Taking a deep breath, I try to take the leap.

Nope, I recoil. It’s not gonna happen today. I walk back to the latter and climb down the long way. No jumping from up high for me.

• /writing