The air rushes past my body as I plummet towards the icy water I so love. As I’m in the air I think about my first jump and I... my thoughts are shattered as I plunge into the icy water once again. Such is life; I’ve come to enjoy the freedom of “flying” from the cliff into the icy water. Sure it’s a rush leaving what I know as “stable” ground and leaping off into the air to be greeted by icy water but its being “weightless” for those few seconds that I truly love. Freedom from the stability, a view you can’t get anywhere else and nothing can touch you, if nothing more then a few seconds. I try to live my life according to this everyday that I can. Life is short, its what you make of it and if one tries hard enough anything can be done.
