It was mid summer. The air was fresh and the soft, warm breeze refreshing. The clouds were barely in sight but were as white as ever. I felt almost weightless as the wind rippled around my body as I lay on the hood of my car waiting for the next plane to fly over me. As the sound drew nearer and nearer the more excited I got. It was as if a train was headed right for me but I'd escape just in the nick of time without having to move at all. I'd feel it all. But in a good way. I could no longer hear anything other than the jets of the plane that seemed to be inches away from my nose. Close enough that I could almost reach out and touch its belly. It was amazing. It was a rush like no other.