He was looking down the cliff. His head snapped up like it was on a rubber band. He resumed walking quickly. His family walked a little behind him, letting him set the pace. His feet fell quickly over the slippery cobblestone path. His breaths came quick as he took long strides. His eyes were downcast, looking at the path before him. As his family enjoyed the incredible view from the path, he stopped walking and waited. He stared at the rocky cliff face above him, then stared at the jagged cliff face below him. His eyes roamed the valley below him, full of houses and trees and a wide river cutting through it. The mountain behind it, perfectly framing the incredible view. His family finished taking photos. He resumed walking. This time, his stride was a little shorter, his pace a little slower, his eyes a little higher.