They say that your life passes before your eyes when you die. I wonder if that’s true, standing at the cliff’s edge. I wonder about a lot of things, really-like what Katherine would think of my standing here, wondering such things. She’d disapprove, probably. Tell me to go home, and rest…but she isn’t there, at all. That’s why I’m standing here, wondering these thoughts, as I look down the cliffs edge to what waits below.

It’s a thirty foot drop, I think. Could it kill a person, if they fell? Would their life have time to flash before they hit the bottom, or would it be cut short? Would they want it to finish? I wonder these things, looking down to the barren ground below. What would happen if it didn’t kill them? Would help reach them in time, or would they just lie there, broken and unmoving, waiting to die? Would they be happy with their choice?

I look to the sky briefly before returning to the canyon floor. It was sunset, the sky a brilliant painting of red’s and gold’s. You wouldn’t know that, though, looking at the barren ground. They were no better for the colors that made the sky look so beautiful; neither was I.

I stood there, alone with my thoughts, the wind whistling through my ears, and I wondered of things. Of how hard someone would have to try in order to take that final step, and what would drive them to happen. I wondered until the colors disappeared, and the night was as bleak as the ground, and my life; until the colors of the world were bleached away, and the world was as cold and gray as my departed wife. And then I turned away, towards home, my daily walk completed. There would be more things to wonder about tomorrow.