For a moment I was
frozen in place, staring at the precipice below, surprised and terrified that I
could have been that reckless. I wanted to step back but found I could not, my
fear was such that I could not move even as the wind threatened to send me over
the edge.
I once again felt
a gentle caress slide across the back of my neck, the same sensation that I
felt earlier as I stood upon the front step of the cottage.
This time however, I turned to look.
I was alone, the
path still as empty as when I left behind the cottage minutes
earlier, but even as I stood there, staring at the emptiness of the path, I
suddenly had the distinct sensation of being pulled away from the edge of the
cliffs.
I felt a spark in
the center of my being as if a tether of heat had suddenly found its way within
my chest and attached itself, pulling me safely away from the edge. I felt the
warmth grow as I moved effortlessly across the icy rocks back to the
safety of the cobblestone path and yet, I saw nothing.
Perhaps I should
have been frightened, but I was not. I felt no sense of malice at that moment,
and the truth of it was, I felt a sensation of peace wrapped inside that warmth.
I turned to look
back at the cliffs and was surprised by the distance that now stood between
myself and the rocky shore. While I was
no longer in danger of falling to my death, I was however, concerned for my
mental state.
Fabulous writing, Cynthia! A presence enveloping her with warmth and love.
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