Fear

I looked out. The moon was peeking out from behind black and silver clouds. It was peaceful and beautiful...and empty.

I looked down. There was nothing but black churning water. The world of life below those waters was immense and unseen.

A roar from the wind and the sea was all I heard. I placed one foot and then the other on the first rung of the rail; my arms raised above me in silent plea. A strong gust of wind would cause me to over balance and tumble into the icy water below.

A glance from the sky to the sea and I was mezermized. My stomache tightened and my heart raced. It wasn't the possibility of an accident that scared me most. It was my urge to jump.