I make this trek often, to the mountain's peak. The view alone is worth it. I spread my arms wide, and the winds at the peak of Dragon Roost Island pull at my summer dress.
I stand with my eyes closed, poised delicately on the precipice, relishing the feel of the cool breeze as it sweeps around my body, embracing me like a mother's hug. I stretch, then stand on the tips of my toes and smile as the wind causes my blouse to flutter about my arms. Almost like wings.
I almost feel like I could fly.
