I sailed through the air, like one lost in time. The scene stretched before me and I hung, suspended in mid-air above the paper-thin platform that was my only barrier between myself and an accelerated plunge down to an early demise.
I wasn't so shortsighted to imagine that the green layer would hold me upright, again. I saw the events that were about to unfold, so clearly, and I had hopes that I could make the most of the opportunities, but it was a slim window of opportunity to capitalize on; even with the most generous of estimates.
My toes met the surface of leaves, and I prepared to meet my destiny, no matter what befell me.
Unarmored, untethered, unequipped, I felt as the momentum of my desperate leap pushed the weight up into my heels, and knew that I only had fractions of a second to tuck into a roll that would spread out my weight again; for surely there was little chance of me finding purchase at any point along the fathoms of open air between the canopy and ground.
