I had a mental image that I think was quite descriptive and meaningful, so I am going to share it. It was my image of the end of the path that Mel and I walked. The image is as follows:
The dark light seeped through the clouds, falling on the scene below. The sea is wild, with waves lashing against a cliff jutting out against the sea. On the face of this cliff is a ledge, and I am chained up against the face. Next to me is Melanie, holding my hand, and unchained. The wind is whipping against us and sea spray is flying around. We both know what is about to happen, and are scared. We look at each other, and then look in front of us. An enormous wave raises out of the ocean, and towers above us. It crashes with enormous power against the cliff face. The violent force of it leaves me stunned and struggling to breathe as it pummels me against the cliff face, held fast by the chains around me. The wave subsides and I start to catch my breath and get my bearings. I raise my dripping head and look next to me. Mel is gone, my grip on her hand was not enough to hold her. She has been taken away from me.
I am in shock, disorientated. The chains have become loose, and I unwrap them from my body. I slowly climb my way up the cliff face, scared of the height and the drop below. I finally get to the ledge and pull myself over it. I stand at the top of the cliff and look out over the sea. The sun breaks through a cloud, and a ray of light comes through, and lights up a bit of orange, that is Mel’s dress, as the current takes her away to another place.
That is the best way I can describe it.
