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The instructor grins at me from under his moustache, then shouts – IT’S YOUR TURN I am ready. What a performance! One step out of the plane and already off my feet, Dangling, Out of position on the positioning platform Earth zooms past underneath at a Ridiculous rate With one last look into the instructor’s mocking eyes I let go The world moves Too fast to understand it Reality unravels As frantically as the chute’s cord Falling, Falling free, Falling free of control, Of responsibility, Of burden The whooshing of the wind merges With the words Screaming in my mind ‘ONE-ONE-THOUSAND, TWO-ONE-THOUSAND, THREE-ONE-THOUSAND, … My mouth says nothing Unheard, unseen, suspended in a big O Falling, Falling free The world quickly slows, my mind both fuzzy and clear, I calmly descend In a gentle invisible lift, leisurely viewing the emerald English countryside, such A beautiful sight to see, but my wonder and awe is Sharply interrupted, By a voice in my ear, bellowing – Assume landing position! A short wait, A hefty bump, A forward roll that a Ninja would be ashamed of, and I’ve made it. And I lie there. I lie there, Arms and legs outstretched, a smiling simpleton Trying to create a snow angel in a grassy field. Then I remember …CHECK CANOPY’
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Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
When it opens – Check Canopy
The instructor grins at me from under his moustache, then shouts – IT’S YOUR TURN I am ready. What a performance! One step out of the plane and already off my feet, Dangling, Out of position on the positioning platform Earth zooms past underneath at a Ridiculous rate With one last look into the instructor’s mocking eyes I let go The world moves Too fast to understand it Reality unravels As frantically as the chute’s cord Falling, Falling free, Falling free of control, Of responsibility, Of burden The whooshing of the wind merges With the words Screaming in my mind ‘ONE-ONE-THOUSAND, TWO-ONE-THOUSAND, THREE-ONE-THOUSAND, … My mouth says nothing Unheard, unseen, suspended in a big O Falling, Falling free The world quickly slows, my mind both fuzzy and clear, I calmly descend In a gentle invisible lift, leisurely viewing the emerald English countryside, such A beautiful sight to see, but my wonder and awe is Sharply interrupted, By a voice in my ear, bellowing – Assume landing position! A short wait, A hefty bump, A forward roll that a Ninja would be ashamed of, and I’ve made it. And I lie there. I lie there, Arms and legs outstretched, a smiling simpleton Trying to create a snow angel in a grassy field. Then I remember …CHECK CANOPY’
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Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
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