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Ten White Marks

He looked at the ten white rocks that signaled distance for the umpteenth time. “Ten stones, twenty meters”, he thought. “It has to be enough, it has to be”. Once again he walked with his gaze over the stones, counting them from his feet to the end. Then, he began running. “Nine, eight, seven, …” counted him again for the last time as he passed by the signs. “Three, two, one, …”. After that he jumped with all his might. He had imagined it a thousand times. He had run the math time and time again: the distance, speed, wingspan, height and air pressure. The only thing he didn’t think of was that he wasn’t a bird after all.

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