The rim of the sky

The road is turning, climbing, and the cliffs are advancing towards me. And suddenly the road folds back on itself, a crazy bend, and starts to climb in earnest, dodging back and forth across the scree. The cliffs are taller than they’ve ever been, so much taller than my eye allows for, that they seem to revolve slowly as I pass under them, to hang over the road as, turn by turn, it climbs tighter into their shadow.

Since the road turned inland, I’ve been dreaming of getting back to the sea, but now the cliffs have a hold over me. I can’t help but hope that maybe there’s a way through, maybe I’ll really find myself walking above them, along the very rim of the sky.


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