He taught me how to read people’s eyes.
As he stood there on the cliff, ignoring the efforts of the park ranger to talk him away from the edge, our eyes met and I saw it.
No despair. No insanity. Just confidence. Calmness.
With a smirk and a wink, he threw himself off the cliff.
He fell for a few endless seconds, arms spread, before the wind caught in his flying suit and he swooped across the front of the waterfall.
Gliding around, all too briefly, he soon opened a parachute and drifted off to disappear down river.