'Aren't you afraid you'll fall?', I asked.
He had never seen the insides of a gym, but his muscles flexed;
he replied with a closed smile. 'I never look down... and so I don't have fear'.
Time pressed on, and so did I.
'But everyone is afraid of falling...'
His face was half covered by a plume of smoke; one of his own making.
He looked almost nonchalantly onto some unfulfilled dream.
'I am more afraid of not climbing'.
Another day went by,
with some coconuts, and this conversation.
