The Edge of Breath

We are drawn to the precipice. Not to fall, but to see where the solid world finally admits defeat. There is a specific silence that lives where the earth meets the salt. It is a heavy, ancient sound. We stand there and feel the wind strip away the unnecessary layers of our days. We are small, and the water is indifferent. It has been crashing against these stones long before we arrived, and it will continue long after we have turned back toward the warmth of our rooms. To stand at the edge is to realize that we are only visitors in a landscape that does not require our presence to exist. We look out, hoping for a sign, but the horizon offers only more distance. Is it the height that makes us feel alive, or the knowledge that we could so easily be gone?

Rasha Rashad has captured this feeling in the image titled Fly Like an Eagle over the Sea. It holds the weight of the cliff and the freedom of the air in a single frame. Does the vastness make you feel smaller, or does it offer you a kind of peace?