Trepidation set in almost immediately from the warning signs posted about as one approached the edge. The constant battle between the moon and our oceans is ever changing this world. One misstep and the earth would give way to the water below.
Prehistoric flocks of pelicans pass I imagine B-52’s bombers of old would have over Hiroshima. Eyes locked and focused, intent with a greater purpose than of mere survival.
I never feel more at peace with the world than when I am hypnotized by the timeless and never ending sound of ocean waves breaking upon the shore.