Wooded beauty, marked with a warning: Do not pass.
The waterfall that lay behind it and the glistening pools had me blinded. Stepping to the other side and feeling so alive.
The fear of the step - no promises kept.
The smell of sulfur and cigarettes.
The sun shining down in beautiful beams.
The trees quickly dying, and losing their leaves.
My team had left and took the step.
I was only wondering how much life I had left.
Is the fear of the step greater than the fall?
Or am I just scared to risk it all?
