I am the belayer.
I am here to catch a fall and lower my partner to the ground after he finishes.
As I gaze upward watching his progress
I observe the brilliant blue fall sky through leafless bare gray tree branches.
Red oak leaves swirl in the breeze at the top of the cliff.
A plane silently glides through the sky leaving behind a white vapor trail.
We are alone at the cliff today. I relish the peace of the Kentucky fall.
The silence is broken only by dry leaves falling through branches to the ground.
The climb is finished and I lower my partner to the ground.
Now, I am the climber and he is the belayer.