Floating

Stuart flexes his feet, I can hear him now that we aren't traveling at around 120 miles per hour, and asks me to stand on his feet. "I'm going to unhook these lower hooks and you're going to drop, but you're not falling, it's just a short drop, I promise." I nod and stand on his feet. And, I figure, I've already survived, if I'm going to fall, I'm going to fall. The short drop was nothing as he released the bottom two hooks.

My shoe felt loose. It came untied in the free fall. We went over the landing procedures and how to lift my feet up while he controlled the landing. If he said stand up, I could stand up, but otherwise, my feet were to skim the ground and if we fell on our butts, that was okay too. Stuart pulled on the 'chute to demonstrate how it would feel to land, and we almost came to an absolute complete stop. The stillness was absolute. Thousands of feet in the air. I felt like I could feel eternity. Then Stuart's saying, "That's how it'll feel." and we're floating along again.

You can look around and I see teeny tiny parachutes landing, "Are those the jumpers from our plane?!?" Yes, they free fall for much longer "Is that our plane up there?" No, that's a jet liner. "Oh! Is that our plane?" Yes, that's ours. ::waves to Pontus:: "Is that Carly way down there?" Yes, she did a longer free fall than us. "Where's Jacque?" ::lazy circles to look around better:: "There she is!" Yes, they jumped after us and prolly had the same short free fall.

"Short?"