[ WP ] Free write . Write the first short story that pops into your head .

O'Donnel's point. The highest natural point for miles around. A cliff's edge, and nearly a vertical mile and a half to the ground. A day's trip to the top, but oh so worth it. A running start. A kick off the end. 
 The wind speeds by, plucking up loose folds of jacket and whipping the fabric mercilessly, flopping noisily about as the chill of the frozen air touched me to the core. 
 
 A silhouette from below, black against soft blue and fluffy white, a tiny dot framed by the clouds above. Faster and faster, careening harmlessly through the sky, the land below simply grew as it came closer, a flower of browns and greens and blues and grays, blooming into a epitaph of trees, grass, dirt, water, garbage, and cityscape. 
 
 A sight that warms the soul much more than the biting cold of the wind, a view that makes you happy to be alive, a new glance into the world we walk right on top of! Skyscrapers that were once giant now teeny beneath your feet! People reduced to the size of ants, smaller even! 
 
 A flick of a wrist and there's a solid length of steel, a superbly grand culmination of thousands of years of technological advancements right beneath my feet. A twist of the foot and I was off, soaring on wings of green and silver. 
 
 This is what I live for! The chance to fly with the birds, gliding above the suffering and sadness below, free to my thoughts and little joys and all the trivial things! 
 
 But soon enough I will touch down again, and head home, back to poverty and the struggle of daily life. 
 
 But right now, I soar. 
 
 *I live. * 
 
 I just simply **be**, as I descend from the heavens above to the hell below.
