This past week at the beach was just about as good as it could have been. The weather was beautiful, the water was warm, everyone was in (mostly) good spirits, Dad and I JUMPED OUT OF A PLANE, we played mini-golf and cards and Bananagrams and Apples to Apples and watched the Olympics and read and swam and on and on. So relaxing. And tomorrow, back to work. Oh yay.
Also, I skydived.
One more thing: Skydiving provided me with a couple of seconds of absolute clarity. Not really fear, but about as pure a rush of adrenaline and awareness of the present moment as I have ever experienced. Nothing existed except for me, the plane, the wind and the 11,000 feet between me and the ground. And then I jumped. Whew.
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