There’s a stone wall so high, going up there felt like being in the sky. There’s a cat on that wall staring at the clouds; feeling the wind wrapping around his body, growing more intense with each fleeting second.
He doesn’t want to go back to where he came from, there’s nothing left there. The other side looks rich but uncertain. He can’t go down the wall the same way he climbed up, you see, there’s no proper grip on them rocks.
You either close your eyes and leap or wait for the wind to push you to it.
The wall seems to be a great place;
The cat is at peace. For now.