Jump

I used to go the top of the Churchill Building to read. It had a spectacular view and the air always seemed fresher. At the end of my reading session I would go to the edge and look down at all the ant-sized passerby. I'd sit there, legs dangling, knowing that with one strong breeze my life would sputter out like a small flame at the wick's tip of a candle. I'd thought about jumping off and how exhilarating that would feel. But I never did it. Until today.