Breaching the Perimeter

The glass door cracked open just enough. Indoors was suffocating—I bolted through the narrow gap into the open air. Ahead loomed the perimeter: cold steel railing suspended over the street below. Stop and survey the drop? No. I sprinted hard, leaped, and grabbed the outer bar with both hands. Wind ripped across my face. My boots swung in empty space for a split second before I clamped my heels onto the lower strut. Down below, cars hummed like metal beetles. Up here, pure unobstructed horizon. Held the line.