I’m phobic about heights. Specifically, heights with steep surfaces and/or drops to both sides. (One could argue what I’m really scared of is not heights, but falling.)
So walking out under this arch, with drops to both sides and nothing remotely resembling a safe direction in which to fall, took a bit of courage for me.
In other news that may or may not be related, I sent the raven book, with the shiny new working title Nevermore, off to my agent this week.
Onwards!