The Big Thrill

I recall that special feeling

Of recoiled anticipation,
Sitting poised and ready
High atop the snow-capped hill.
The rush of spilled adrenaline,
The gush of gusting wind which
Hurried past as I went flying
To the bottom.  What a thrill
It gave a young and foolish heart
To know a danger quickly born
Of pure delight, turned by flight to
Pure uncensored ecstasy.
Knowing at that moment that
No matter what the future held,
Nothing could be better.  It's as
Good as life was meant to be.

Oh!  The joy of being wrong.  For
Of all the memories I recall,
To know the sweetness of your touch
Is the greatest thrill of all.

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