I can get up, but not down (easily)
I can get up (if I don’t look down). I can spiral to great heights (if I don’t look down). I can even with some courage wiggle up thru a portal door with low head clearance and come up, rise up, to the view. To the miracle of distance, heighten perspectives and even perceptions. But down? I cannot go back down. I struggle and clench the ice-cold cast iron and brass railings (with both fists) until the cold hurts my hands and I find a mantra. “This is an irrational fear. . .This is an irrational fear. . .This is an irrational fear.” Until I am down and out and breathing the warm air outside the lighthouse tower.
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Posted on April 26, 2010, in Contours, Ordinary Day, Photography, Travel, Verge and tagged bay mills, fear of heights, irrational fears, Point Iroquois Light, spiral staircases. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.