I selected the image of the Moher Cliffs for my twenty-minute sprint this week.
Escape by the Cliffs:
The fog was thick as Lea made her way slowly down the narrow path. It was just a tiny strip of black dirt cutting through the grass at the edge of the cliff. It was probably safe enough in daylight, but in the weak like just before dawn it was all she could do to put one foot in front of the other without slipping. It had rained the night before, leaving the path and the grass equally slick and treacherous.