On the precipice

There's this cliff in front of me. The guard rails are gone and I need to jump off. I can't see the bottom of the chasm, but I'm told that there is a big soft cushion being installed down there that will help me land safely. The cushion isn't quite ready yet. The view on top of the cliff is beautiful, has been for years, but I've already seen it. I want to fly and fall and see something new. Patience has never been my strong point. For the time being, I will wait and flex my wings with my feet on the ground, imagining what the wind will feel like when it finally hits. It will be a beautiful fall indeed.