A Walk In: The Clouds

His boot didn't find the abyss. Instead, it met a surface that felt like packed wool and cold silk. It gave slightly under his weight, then held. He took another step, then another, walking straight out into the white nothingness.

Finally, he reached a clearing in the vapor. Standing there was a small figure, her back to him, staring out at a horizon where the sun was beginning to burn through the haze, turning the white world into a sea of liquid gold. A Walk In The Clouds

A year after her passing, Elias found himself standing at that same edge. The fog was particularly dense that morning, a restless sea of pearl pressing against the cliffs. For the first time in his life, Elias didn't see a wall. He saw a path. He stepped off. His boot didn't find the abyss