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...