Also over the weekend I made my second skydiving jump. I never thought I would do it again, but the first really stuck with me and I had to accompany a friend–who went through the training, but didn’t manage to jump because the daylight ran out the first time we went–back to the airfield anyway. The second time was less scary, but also less searingly intense, which is what made the first one so notable. My circle of awareness was larger on the free-fall, so I got a better look at the horizon and the ground going down. I will never make it a hobby, but I can see how people get so attached to it–for a couple of days after you’ve jumped everything else seems so slow and dull.