Image Description and Poem

1  A man is silhouetted against a wide, tree covered, fjord.  He is sitting on a long, overhanging rock.

4.  The rock struggled to bear the weight of the man, to resist the pull of gravity, like Atlas struggling to hold up the sky.

5.
I see the rock
It calls out to me
"Climb me," it screams
It is a long path up,
The edge, slowly creeping forward
"Wow, that's a long way down"
Breathtaking beauty
I sit, and breathe
Time to go back down

Cold-blooded Investigation

"Hey!  Bob!"

I looked around.  Jim, my partner, was calling to me from across the station.

"We got a case!"  Jim was breathing fast, his face was flushed, and his pupils were dilating.  I concluded that he was excited.  He dropped a file on my desk.

"Why don't we get you out of this spartan cubby that they've put you in.  An old lady was kidnapped from her home, but there aren't really any motives for any of the suspects."

The "cubby" that Jim was referring to was my office.  The walls are painted a dull, matte, gray, and had a small metal table for my desk.  I specifically requested this office, but Jim still doesn't understand that.