Edge

As he sat there, he couldn't help but let his mind slip. Float to wherever it wanted to go - wander to where it felt right.

What would happen is he dropped one of his shoes? He'd surely have to walk down and grab it, hoping that in the process he didn't get torn up by the thorn bushes that lay entwined below him. After he made i through those, he'd have to navigate further down the cliff wall, trying his best not to lose his footing and fall the rest of the way down. But, the worst case scenario, by far, would be that once he reached the bottom, he'd only realize that his shoe had made it through the thorn bushes, down the cliff, and landed at the bottom with such speed that it flew into the ocean. What a waste of effort that would be.

What would happen if the ledge that he was sitting on suddenly began to crack below him, only warning him with the slightest of groans. He'd only be starting to move back when it would give out below him, plummeting past the before mention thorns, slamming off the rock wall, into the ocean. There would be no way he'd be concious. He'd probably drown. But what if he just narrowly got off the ledge in time and watched it top end over end, down the slope, off the rock at the bottom, and crash into the water below. Would it give him a new outlook for life? Would he change how he lived? Meet new people, move in a new direction?

It'd sure suck to be pooped on by a seagull.

He wondered if somewhere, out there, across the sea if someone was sitting on a ledge, staring back at him. Was directly across Hawaii? China? Japan? Maybe Fiji. He always wondered in that bottled water really came from there. Who knew.

Thats when his mind stopped working and completely disappeared.

He didn't really care.

All he knew and all that mattered was that he was content. Right there, in that moment - legs dangling in the air, breeze brushing his face, and the waves crashing below.

With this, he didn't need to be thinking about anything.