(not me, but something like it)
Unless you’ve jumped, you really can’t know the thrill of truly, physically, letting go. Back-diving through a blue sky and watching the earth spin passed me thousands of feet below, spinning, flying, floating, hiking the canopy every which way like a sail in the wind, I was free again. Free from every burden, negativity, and hardship. I was swept up in a reality that felt like a dream, playing games with Newton. He smiled…I felt it. I smiled right back at him.
Gliding down, I saw clear from downtown to the bay. The air up high was cool but unexpectedly warmer than it was in August, so my face did not get frost-bitten. My hair, well…
“Now that’s the look of a first-timer,” someone said as I walked by grinning, hair stuck every which way.
“It never gets old,” I replied.
It only gets better.