The lake below was only a thin steel ring that cut the rocks in half. The rockswent on into the depth, unchanged. They began and ended in the sky. So that theworld seemed suspended in space, an island floating on nothing, anchored to thefeet of the man on the cliff.His body leaned back against the sky. It was a body of long straight lines andangles, each curve broken into planes. He stood, rigid, his hands hanging at hissides, palms out. He felt his shoulder blades drawn tight together, the curve ofhis neck, and the weight of the blood in his hands. He felt the wind behind him,in the hollow of his spine. The wind waved his hair against the sky. His hairwas neither blond nor red, but the exact color of ripe orange rind.