sproing
Spring is grudgingly, grouchily rousing itself around here.
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Sky In Your Face
“We jumpin’ out a airoplane.
Perfectly good airoplane.
It’s got two wings and eveythang,
But we doin’ it anyway.”
I have a new hobby. This is a thing that I do. Whenever I close my eyes, I see that first splash of ground that goes wall to wall – nothing between me and terra firma but 15000 feet of terminal velocity. I promise – there is no other feeling like it. In describing something as “what a rush” this is what you are comparing it to, and you really aren’t close. Wow.
THEvegas
Yes, yes, many more pics to come. But we’re in Vegas. And even though we’re working our asses off, we’re having a good time.
Happy Birthday, love. You are the most perfect thing ever.