The Wind

Jack stood at the edge of the cliff with great admiration of the scenic view he possessed from where he was.
The waves were crushing against the rocks below him and beyond the horizon, he noticed the sun was just about to rise.

The gentle draft awakens his senses to a million volts... Something he has not felt for a very long time.
As he stood there, he recalled his last visitation to that place.

It was a long time ago- a time when he was still close to his dad.
He would go up to that cliff, at the exact spot he was standing, and while seating on his father's shoulders they would both enjoy the sheer wonders of nature.

Serenity of no other kind.

He has made many awful decisions in his life.
That was probably why he hasn't hiked up this cliff -
Too many regrets, too many painful experiences and not even the perfect picture of Mother Nature could paint them white, he thought to himself.

What brought him back here then?

Not too long ago, he gave up his dream job.
He couldn't take all the corruption any longer.
He could no longer serve them.
That was his single best decision he's made after so many years.
But above everything else, he misses his dad dearly.

Despite all his putrid past, yet here he was again.
Just one wise decision, that's all it took.
He felt that peace he longed for.
A peace he felt when he was seating on his father's shoulder.
That assurance.

The wind spoke.