The ledge grew narrow. I scooted closer to the cold wall behind me. My feet firmly planted on the hard concrete beneathme...but still, I could feel the hardsurface change to warm sand. My toesrelished the rich texture, ecen as I feltthe ledge that held me fall away. How much closer to the wall could I hug? Or should I just fall away with the sand, giving into its sand, giving int its warm temptation.
