(Prompt from one-shot :D)
A different time. A setting sun.
Clouds rushing past, the excitement of falling in control, power underneath my feet.
Laughter just barely audible over the rushing wind.
A steep incline, gravity fighting back.
Streaks of colour in the sky behind, like thin brush strokes on canvas.
Above the clouds, a sunsetting sky.
Weightlessness.
Freedom.