I was perched on a massive cliff.

Like an eagle waiting to soar.
Butterflies attacked my stomach
Like tiny bebes pelting at my every being.

At that moment the gorge and I were equals.
And almost as if we were linked as one.
We stared back at each other with unblinking desperation.
The proud formation and I were stuck in a bittersweet war between love and fear.
A silent battle is fought between two friends.
Who will break?

I falter.
My gaze drops almost instantaneously as I grasp what is under me.
I search through this ravine and tremble with fear looking down below.
Miles beneath this canyon—THE Grand Canyon—a cold, lively river sat mocking me in this dry Arizona heat.

The large formations of rocks stood defiantly, waiting for my next move, or my next mistake.
The blood red sun sat balanced on the horizon; as if only the canyon itself was holding it up.
Auras glistened on the summit of the auburn rocks, singing a sweet tune of beauty.
They spoke a different language, one of splendor and admiration.
For a moment all was serene.

I forgot about the butterflies like tiny bullets thrashing against my stomach.
The miles down into the sweet earth no longer made me tremble.
All was calm.

I stood there on this massive cliff with the wind beneath my wings
And my flock behind me.
Waiting for the scarlet sun to sink below the horizon.
And to fly back home.