Jump

The night air is cold blowing off the water. The steel railing of the bridge is icy under my fingertips. A woman jogs by. Her sneakers crunch on the little stones at the side of the road. I listen until I can’t hear them anymore, until all that’s left is the constant sounds of the city, muffled by the night and the wind.

I lean forward and watch the skyscraper lights glitter on the lake. The stars hide.