I like the Edges, always have
They draw me right up to them
Sometimes… I stumble, and almost go over
A few times I just sat there like a kid, kicking my feet over, swinging them in a rhythm; left, right – left, right – left, right just staring… Out There.
For some reason having an edge in sight is comforting, like Walking beside the Ocean
Safe is there, Gone over there, the Attraction being Right Here.
Can Bryan Write? 
this is the 2nd ‘edge’ post i’ve seen today
(and yesterday saw a nature program on whitetail deer, who thrive on edges…)
perhaps it’s a blog word inspiration?
or coincidence?
whatever the case
thought i’d share this
enjoy
http://theyearofblackclothing.wordpress.com/2013/12/06/our-future-lies-in-the-edges/
Interesting!
I like your writing. it’s new to me. It draws me right up.
Thank you for this.
Nice, Thanks