February 10, 2011
Standing on the windy edge of nothing, the air was cold and salty, and the clothes were sodden with spray. A gull apeared from below, and was swept away just as quickly. A pebble fell into the sea as he changed his position. He watched it disappear into the boiling whiteness below. There was no way to hear the splash over the roaring which shook the cliff. Further down the beach, the ships were landing, black and sleek and alien. He turned around, facing the land, the grass, the heather, with the sea at his back. And he let go.