Here it goes again…

the city of Barcelona stretches below my feet like a child’s play mat and my toes wriggle over the edge of the stone yellow cliff. My arms are crucifixed in the middle of a swan dive and the wind teeters me on the edge of the blazing precipice. I smile and I leap, plummeting the several hundred feet before the hard summers breeze catches my arm and brings me soaring over the buildings and churches and cathedrals. Pockets of heat play at my feet and seagulls cry with jealousy as they circle below me. The sky and the sea melds and I feel vertigo from looking straight ahead.

Eventually it’s the vertigo that brings me to the ground. It’s the dizzying sense of going too far, of running too fast, and it’s terrifyingly amazing to fall all that distance.

–And, again, on another note, why why why ON MY ONE DAY OFF DOES IT HAVE TO START RAINING I WANTED TO READ BOOKS AND PLAY FRISBEE GODDAMNIT–