Living the Life, When You've Been
At a velocity that was
Terminal
13 feet,per second, per second.
I learned, all about, time.
At altitude .....
5 miles, up.
Where the sky and clouds merge.
On a power dive, and glide.
I arrived with crash, to the sound.
Of.....fluttering wings?
Ride her, like the wind.
And, then hang on.
As the earth, reaches up,
to grab you.
Blue skies, green fields.
And an adrenaline rush......
Only found, elsewhere.
Perhaps, on a fast bike......
Or
In a war
Giajl © Jim Love