And that was it. All this buildup to a great leap, and I didn't fall or fly. Instead I found myself back on the edge of the cliff, blinking, wondering if I'd ever jumped at all. It's not supposed to be like this.

If you're not getting hurt, you're not riding hard enough.

So I left him there alone to watch history repeat the same events retold again and again on his own.

Harder to get in than out, like so little else.

Looking at the pond, all I could think was that it is an incredivle thing, how a whole world can rise from what seems like nothing at all.

It's still a memory worth having, even if it's not exactly what you imagined.

That was the nice thing about the Spot: you could hear everything, but no one could see you.