I drove for hours, overshooting my original destination, until I reached the edge: Tybee Island. I had to see the water, feel it on my feet, breathe in that life-affirming air. Oddly, the dozens of seagulls standing on the beach let me weave among them. They weren't scared of my outpouring of emotions, or my camera. And the show in the sky? Had the sunset not been so spectacular and those gulls not so welcoming, I may not have had the courage to jump. But they said jump! So I jumped.