When
winter comes, its powerful winds whip through the streets while snow and sleet
batter the landscape. Potholes ruin the highways, and this week, I noticed a
gully forming alongside a road. It reminded me of driving in the California
hills where swerving too close to the edge might mean tumbling down a ravine.
Being close to the edge is spine-tingling, sort of like this:
The
townspeople don’t seem too worried, but as out-of-towners, we’d ride the Horse
Killer while gripping our seats. You know the name wasn’t based on children
enjoying pony rides. Standing on the edge might imply a downside and an upside. If feel like you’re
standing on the edge, who’s available to catch you before you fall or swoop in to
help you soar?
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