Falling

We fall. Cloud after cloud rush past, the last blurring into the next. Our fingers and toes are bare, tingling as we shoot through the cool, night air. The tips of our ears are numb, and in their numbness, we feel the warmth and aliveness of our faces, our bodies. We fall. We point at shooting stars, holding our breath as they explode in splendor. We hold each other. Sometimes loosely, our fingers barely touching, but an invisible electric thread keeping us connected despite the speed of our fall. Sometimes, we clasp each other, our embrace strong, our body is ours, melted and one. Our eyes close, but we know, we know. We know that we fall, and it is magnificent.

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