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.