The Sky Divers
I had so much time. All the time in the world that I could possibly have. You could almost see the time: it flew very fast, but there was so much of it. No impatience, no rush, I took my time standing in the door way of the plane. The wind raking it's fingers through my hair, my husband twisting and curling his fingers with mine. Our hearts beat like the sound of the tracks as a train thunders by.
The pilot counted to three and we looked at each other, grinned and screamed to the top of our lungs. Then we jumped.
The clouds danced around us, the sun sparkling behinds us, our screams being trapped by the gushing of the air. All around us was beauty, like flying through heaven. all I saw was beautiful golden-white clouds. So precious and silky, it felt as if I was in a dream. So surreal, that the sudden speck of land, far far away, brought me back to reality.
Still grasping as tight as possible to my husband's hand, we fell faster.
The land came closer and closer, shouting in our faces. With shaking fingers, I managed to open up my parachute: my husband followed.
We halted to a slower, still tremendously fast, but a kinder fall. Everything looked like a doll-house world. My knees wobbled, heart shivered, and my breath came back in a hyperventilation. My husband squeezed my fingers, and his face reflected mine.
"We are risk takers." I said, grinning so wide.
"And we were born to be." He beamed with a flash in his eyes.