[Fly with Me]
Cain's laughter competed against the hissing wind, clearly enjoying my agony.
The wind was rushing all around us, smacking my face. My heart rate increased more than ever, making me tear up. Falling at around one hundred thirty miles an hour was like standing in front of a wind tunnel.
In less than twenty seconds, the ground came into view, the parachute came out, and we glided through the air at a gentle fifteen miles an hour.
Gliding into the open skyline, awe and amazement replaced the nervousness and panic I felt. Seeing nature in its raw beauty in a new perspective brought a new sense of overwhelming emotions.
Is this what the birds always see? Is this how they see the world? I wonder.
Cain guided my body to the right aiming at an open field.
A smile spread across my face as we were now drifting downward with my face skyward and our feet earthbound.
The ground came closer and closer.
