It’s not that I recommend leaping before you look, but that’s what I’ve done for a year now, swinging blind from vine to vine.

A new one appears every time.

But never before my hand lets go of the last one--

Gah!

Maybe next time I let go, instead of feeling bleak and utterly terrified, I’ll get it. That in that moment when I can’t see any vine ahead--

Hey! I’m flying!