17/08/2009
I decided to take up my old hobby of freefall.
I found a skydiving center just an hour away from Austin, the San Marcos skydiving center and visited them one saturday.
I had forgotten how addictive this sport is. I ended up spending four out of the past five days at the dropzone, jumping off planes over and over again.
I had forgotten what it's like to be on a plane with 10 more people, which rises slowly and you spend those 20 minutes of flight looking at the open door out of which you will jump towards the void.
I had forgotten the sensation of the strong wind against my body those few seconds during which I am holding on outside the plane, ready to let myself fall.
I had forgotten what it means to let myself loose in the hug of the clouds and to quickly escape when I find myself in the heart of the pillows of the skies.
I had forgotten how magical is the view from up there and how I feel when I look at an opening amongst the trees on the ground and accelerate my flight towards it.
I remembered it all...
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The last 2 paragraphs are so beautiful I almost want to jump out of a plane with you. :o)
Hell yeah! Beautifully said. It's all of that. It's a joy, a terror, pure beauty, and an exquisite release. Did you get any of your jumps filmed?
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