Falling

The wind was warm. It enveloped her like a hug and she closed her eyes. The sound of the wind filled her ears like sweet music, she could hear nothing else. It tangled her hair and brushed her face. At this moment, she was finally happy. She opened her eyes for only a moment. She could see fingers pointing up in horror and hands covering gaping mouths. She shut her eyes again. It's been said that it's not the falling, it's the jumping. But not for her. The jumping was the hard part, and now the falling is serene. She knew the ride was almost over. She had the most beautiful, peaceful smile on her face. Then