A Pierrot's Muse

Sunday 17th May 2009
Myself and the rest of my geography class, and teacher, finished hiking up a precipitous mountain. We weren't at the very top, however, we were high above the clouds. It looked very beautiful, especially with the Sun pertruding from the clouds, its golden rays skimming their tops and lightening the sandy rock with a soft, yellow hue.

We jumped from a thin ledge of rock onto a bigger, more sturdy platform and I sat, my legs swinging from the side. I looked at the Sun, then across to my teacher who yelled across to everyone,

"Don't forget to brush your hair -It decreases blood pressure!"

The thin ledge we were on before seemed further away and so thin it was non-existent, and panicked, I slid, but I kept my grasp firmly on the rocks, begging my friend who stood nearby to help me up before I fell to my death. I could feel my body giving way to gravity and I would have fallen, if it not had been for my friend who dragged me up by the bag I had over my shoulder.