Walk the Wire.

 

Sitting on the wire. Perfectly balanced. Gravity, pressure and everything working together. The opposing forces moving in prefect unison, orbiting each other and ascending. All the molecules in their place. I am like a tightrope walker-poised and ready. The wind at my back, tousling my hair. The fear excites me, invigorates me. No safety net, just the ground far below. I am sturdy but anxious. I make my way from the platform, step by step. 

"Because you haven't lived, until you've nearly died..."

Float On...

Far and distant like a boat lost at sea. A strong undertow is just under the surface. There's something brewing in the deep. The sun is fading; the leaves are in their last moments. I feel like something inside me is dying too. The freedom of the heat. The sand, the salty mist in the breeze leaves me in a wistful bliss of half-hazard fun; my head floating up in the clouds. And autumn rolls in with the gravity of it all. It brings back my reservations. I feel the weight of it, my feet planted firmly on the ground. Down shifting as I round the bend. Packing up my "ride the wind" disposition like expired holiday decorations. To be placed in a box in the attic until next year...

So my little sailboat will drift on with the autumn current, wherever that undertow takes me...