The wind blows my hair, I’m standing on the edge again.

The bitter cold whips against my frame, my toes dig into the black rock underneath my feet.

Far below me the ocean rages, her high white waves crash into the cliff and rocks. I feel the rumble through the ground, the crash of sea against earth, so very slowly eroding away at slate and rock.

I breathe in, the crisp air almost burning my lungs.

I breathe out, and fall.

The wind lashes at my bare skin like ice as I plummet, it nips and bites as I outstretch my arms. The ocean roars louder and louder. I close my eyes.

And unfold my wings.

Russet feathers reach out and slow my drop, I feel the frigid splash of water against my cheek as my wings catch the air and pull me up. I soar past the high engulfing waves, foamy water rising as if to catch me.

But I’m faster.

My wings beat against the raging wind, strong and powerful. I make it past the jagged rocks and black beaches, past the torrential coastal waters and out to calmer open sea.

I sail through the sky, riding the current of wind and water, towards home once more.