Someone who's afraid to let go...

He was breathing deeply, he forgot the cold, the weight of beings, the insane and static life, the long anguish of living or dying. After so many years running from fear, fleeing crazily, uselessly, he was finally coming to a halt. At the same time he seemed to be recovering his roots, and the sap rose anew in his body, which was no longer trembling. Pressing his whole belly against the parapet, leaning toward the wheeling sky, he was only waiting for his pounding heart to settle down, and for the silence to form in him. The last constellations of stars fell in bunches a little lower on the horizon of the desert, and stood motionless. Then, with an unbearable sweetness, the waters of the night began to fill him, submerging the cold, rising gradually to the centre of his being, and overflowing wave upon wave to his moaning mouth. A moment later, the whole sky stretched out above him as he lay with his back against the cold earth.