At Ease?

He stands still. A man in is mid twenties, thinking bout the years he has lived. The wind, calm. He brings his hands to his face and stares at them through his big brown eyes. “What would you say against me that Day?” he whispers to his hands. He takes a step forward to the edge. The cool wind whizzing past his large ears. Staring down to the ground he realizes the pointlessness of almost everything that he had done in his past. “Is this a wake-up call? Or am I submitting to the pressures around?”