I thought I’d share something that makes me happy, related to what I said last post about getting all nostalgic about summer.
Trampolines. And jumping on them. Whenever I feel down or restless and jump for a couple of minutes, I always end up feeling better. I think that is what almost-flying does to you. Actually I think that is what physical activity does to you, but I prefer to think it is the split-second illusion of you believing you conquered gravity.
By the way, have you ever jumped on the ground again directly after jumping on a trampoline? It is so strange. It is like you actually can feel the earth pull you down and you just became double the mass of a super heavy version of you. I think it is what lead would feel if it had feelings.
Anyway, I made a little sentimental movie for you guys of the thing: it was taken during some first summer days a couple of months ago. So now you can come here and dream along with me of trampolines and sunshine any time of the year. Isn’t that swell?