I saw the man jump. It wasn’t a bunny hop that a self-doubting soul half-committed to, but a magnificent leap of one determined to soar. The dream however would always end on an ambiguous note… Sometimes, the water below the bridge broke him in two. Other times, he shattered water itself, continuing to plummet unscathed. Never once did the man fly but in his repeated attempts, I’d come to realize that he did soar in another way. He soared above fear… Now as I look over the same edge and prepare my leap, another person can watch, learn, and overcome.