We dance on cliffs

The wind‘s souring all around me, a whirlwind entangling my hair, we’re laughing – arms stretched out wide. This is what it means to feel infinitely alive. The waves are crashing on the ledge below, beckoning dangerously, urging us to dare on closer, but they do not know that we are invincible. In this moment, nothing can bring us down, just two crazy girls dancing barefooted on the edge of a cliff.