The Mover: Episode I

He could feel the strong wind following the contours of his face while it was blowing from his right. The smell of the air was refreshing, very different from the city streets below. The light was as if trying to break through the clouds and he felt some of the sun’s rays emanating his cheeks while the dead leaves of the trees behind him were falling to the ground. He was right there; literally standing on the edge and the sight across was a majestic afternoon view of the entire city.