For a few seconds she relived the chasm before an idea was able to solidify, take shape. Time stood still, refracted in a moment of weightlessness. The wheel turned, speeding backward faster and faster one sequence after another.
Winter retreated into autumn. Snow melted into rain. The river bolstered its darkened waves. A curtain of sand, floating upwards, drapes of luminous particles.
One moment, only one moment awaited in that deserted landscape. A moment of abandon, she — at one with the world that brought her into being.
Let go now and everything comes to an end.
A point of pressure recovered just in time and she swerved to a stop at the bottom of the slope. Lungs starved of air. Invaded. Then clouds of wispy steam escaped her nostrils. It felt like breathing ice.
The steep warp of the mountain stooped behind her. She didn’t dare look back.