The Clemente Bridge

Standing there. Standing. This is so-called the 'Clemente'. Named after one of those players. A player of the game. I can see everything from here. The whole city. In all of its glow and smog. I look up and see the great MT, I could never imagine a better view. I run my hands down this padded silver coat. It's not even keeping me warm in this cool fall day. I look down. Staring. Hard. At that river below me. It seems so welcoming, So inviting if you will. I step to the edge of the yellow. And leap, I fall. Fall. Falling pink-booted first, And for seconds I feel so very free. I've never been so free in my life. I hit the water with a smack and go under. I'm not drowning. I'm coasting the current. I can feel the freezing water piercing through my jacket. It feels as if a million knives are piercing my heart. In every direction. But I feel free. Freer than ever. I am me. I am free. And then I awake.