“Are you sure you aren’t coming?” asked my husband before walking into the briefing session before his first-ever indoor skydiving. We were on a cruise to New Zealand and just before that, we both stood near the glass dome where an instructor was helping some daring souls to ‘fly’ in a cubicle or tube with high-velocity air blown through the mashed wire floor. Most couldn’t manage to fly. They banged on the glass wall, flipped over, and frantically headed for the door to get out of the gush of wind which was perhaps as forceful as tornadoes that can uproot trees and shoot the cows to the sky.
I really loved this post; thanks and best wishes!
Congratulations on being brave and relaxing into the wind!!! That congrats goes both for your skydiving and your writing!!! Bravo!!