When all was lost

Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, accumulating for a moment at the bulbous tip of his nose , before finally free falling into the vacant space below. His forearms ached in the cold, as they clung tightly to the metal railing. It had been fifteen minutes , since he had lost the feeling in his toes , all that remained now, was sporadic tingling that rose up the length of his spine.
He turned his eyes towards his watch , straining in the light of the night , to see the time. His eyes remained fixed on the second hand. His mind raced with every movement it made.
It was 5:43. The sun had been forecasted to rise at 5:57.
His eyes followed the cloudy textures to the hills beyond. His eyes felt moist, and for a moment he thought it was a bead of sweat. He wait for the burning sensation , but it never came. It was a ear , the very first of the night. He closed his eyes hoping to hold it back. He was so close , and he could not give in to emotion. It was all practical. He had nothing left to go on.
The wait had been symbolical to him. It represented a new dawn , a beginning where the past would no longer matter. The plan for the first time in many years , was not a complicated. . Nights of contemplating and reasoning had eaten away at the fear of his inevitable destiny. His plan was as simple as a single step into thin air, after that gravity would do its bit. And then there would be no more sleepless nights . The guilty thoughts would vanish , and there would no longer be any loneliness.
He had long lost all his belief in the existence of a God. But the sight in front of him made him doubt his own disbelief. Perhaps God did exist , for such a marvel , no human hand could have painted. Upon the darkened textures of the clouds, shadowed by the silhouettes of distant mountains, the first tinge of orange had appeared. He closed his eyes.
His watched beeped 5:57