At the Edge of a cliff

How can one convey the feeling of standing at the edge of a cliff? The smell of the moist sea air is all around you. Breathing it in seems to fill your lungs with a more pure form of oxygen and the soft breeze seems to make it all the more invigorating. To simply smell the air, you feel wholly freshened.

You can see until forever at the edge of a cliff. Miles and miles and miles of sea. Soft waves that continue endlessly and near the base of the cliffs; hard thrashes against the jagged rocks.

To stand at the edge of a cliff, you feel pulled to the edge- wanting to step closer and closer. The sea attracts like a magnet; she draws you to her. You could climb down the side; its not too steep. But what if her power becomes stronger and her pull causes you to just jump in? Would you be strong enough to resist her lure? So enticing! Almost like a silent Siren song.

All of your senses combine their perceptions to create one of the most energizing feelings of your life. Can you ever make someone understand these feelings if they've never enjoyed the experience?

(Inspired by the cliffs of Mallorca)