Cycle

We stood on the edge of a cliff...

My hand in yours.

We agreed to jump...

Decided to sore through the sky until the ground caught up with us.

We backed up a few paces...

Clutched the others hand as if it were a precious jewels.

the rush. The air. The jump. The fall.

A gust of wind, a scream and then we were flying again, backwards, back to where we started and this on going cycle we have began yet again...