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Inodded.
With a gush of air, I was propelled off the ground, my feet higher than my body, Trent beside me. Involuntarily, I started giggling, the exhilaration of flight taking over me. I moved from side to side, padded by the air below me, as the instructor stilled me and then set me offagain.
Meanwhile, Trent did some tricks. A somersault, then he came over to me and held my hand. His eyes through the goggles caught onmine.
“Babe, you’reflying!”
“Is this what it feltlike?”
“Yes! Without all the fear beforehand. It’s just the moment offlying.”
Together, we soared in the wind tunnel, holdinghands.
My mind was swept of all thought, my body liberated from Earth, untethered to anything but what I wanted—Trent’s hand and the guidance of theinstructor.
Too soon, our sixty seconds were up, and gravity took us over. Toofast.
I felt heavy, my legs sluggish, like when you get out of a pool and feel your full body weightagain.
As we waited to go again, I asked Trent, “Is this what you and Degan wanted todo?”
He smiled. “Yeah,babe.”
“I get it,” I said. “I absolutely get it. What a ride. You werefree.”
