It’s cold. My body is turning reddish orange. I’m pretty dried up and my veins are sticking out. I’m almost ready. The wind is blowing me back and forth and I can feel the abcission layer weakening. There it goes.

What a view. I’m floating on currents of air. I see my buddies coming down also. I am headed for a beautiful green patch. I make a perfect soft landing.

What a great ride.