LIttle exscape

Judge stood on the edge of the cliff and held his hands out. NO one was around for miles but anyone watching him would think that he was about to fall forward or take hold of something. The air was clean and crisp with a slight breez. The sun was hiden behind clouds giving the sky a golden hun on the backdrop of a deep blue. Judge turned around stepped back and fell asleep. Things had been so choadic latly there had been no time for siting back and beholding the scenery. Judge still didn't have time to enjoy himself, to find a cliff on a clear day and watch the world from a different point of view. That's way he wrote about it.