The cold air rushed through me as I peered
over the edge, the clouds that once dominated the landscape had been kind
enough to tender their resignation and the sun now took post high overhead. The
adrenalin I once felt no longer there. My mind races back to that garage roof.
Such a simple act of jumping off holding a tattered bed sheet had sent my
adrenalin into overdrive, now it seems, it takes more, lots more for that
adrenalin to come out and play.
I lean out, a little further, a bit more. I
was now standing horizontal over the edge, my size 9 boots and a strap the only
contact I had with the ramp.