I would stand on the edge of the cliff for hours. It dropped off into a jungle, a kind of verdant sea divided from the blue by a strip of hot sand. But I didn’t look down. There was a whole horizon line to look beyond. Even as I closed my eyelids, they shot forward. My palms, open to the wind at my side, had a new kind of readiness. A nervous awareness spread through my hands. Slowly it began. Smile. I had called to the winds and they ruffled my hair back.