I’ve found myself of late swept up in a wave (sensations lapping over tingling skin), caught up in a crescendo (reverberations of the toms-toms and the thrum of the vibes) and though this would suggest that I am cast along all unwilling – I confess that I threw myself into the surf; I raised the conductor’s wand.
Some friends cross a bridge and wonder what would happen if they jumped – I have always been surprised by this as it’s obvious: you’ll fall. I’ve jumped off the bridge this summer; the passing wind roared over me and the waters beneath enveloped me.
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