|Subject:||Auden flies high...|
|Author:||Viola Eponine (Authenticated as Saffine Grace)|
|Date:||April 5, 2012 at 2:58:20 PM|
|Reply to:||And now, a prompt by Etoile|
(*So, because you worded the prompt as a request to Auden, I'm going to have her answer it as though it's one of those writing-exercises you do for school)
Okay, so this isn't really "seeing" as much as "doing"... but there is a lot of seeing involved. Anyway, here goes:
I had to admit, part of the reason I had wanted to do this was so I could prove something to myself. I wanted to be able to say I'd done it.
Of course, there were other reasons, too. I wanted adventures. I wanted to climb huge mountains and to scuba-dive, right down to the depths of the ocean, but I couldn't. So I was doing this instead.
"I'll be right behind you all the time," explained the instructor, "Or right above you - whatever you want to call it..." he strapped the little red bag onto his back and then we strapped ourselves together. I couldn't believe that in a minute the red bag would bulge out and become a voluminous parachute.
I closed my eyes for a moment and then opened them. I was determined not to have my eyes closed. What would be the point, then?
I couldn't help it. We fell so fast at first, dropping like stones. Then the parachute opened out and, bit by bit, we slowed down. I watched a patchwork of fields float by underneath me, then a lake like a shining mirror. I breathed out slowly, the twisted feeling in my stomach going away. We were falling so slowly it really did feel like flying.
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