Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Memories from Skydiving: My first solo jump

Exiting the plane, no place to hold on to, no ground under my feet. Then the plane itself, last remnant of a perceived connection to the safe and solid world, lifts away from the field of vision. Nothing but emptyness remains, a freefall with no bearings. No hope but to just let go, and concede...

There are days when life feels just like this.

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