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Thoughtpatterns of the JumperThe crisp night air stings my nostrilsWhere steam puffs out like a smoker's furl.Stand steady, assume position, focus.I push off hardThe frosty air burns my eyes, tears form,Wind rushes through my ears,As they puslate with the pounding of my heart.Speed, form, patience.Skis steady, knees poised, keep focused.Wait, wait, wait.PatienceWaitPatience.Position, form, focus.Knees poised, feet tense, let go...I am falling,falling,falling.Skis steady, back straight, knees poised.Keep focused, keep spotting, keep airborne.Airborne, airborne,hold on, hold on, hold on,a little further,two more feet,don't let go,GOLD or nothing,hold on,past 100115,a little further,hold on,airborne...Relax, let go...done.GOLD or nothing.
Timeless RideI stood on the Fullerton Station platform, looking up into the starry sky. The tiny rain droplets landed on my face and soothed my dry, coarse skin. My nostrils filled with water, causing me to take cover under the station's enormous, hunter green eaves. A low-pitched murmur bellowed in the distance. As I glanced down the tracks, my eyes stung from the gleaming orange glow of the headlight. The groaning hum of the horn grew closer and closer by the second. A silver streak zoomed past me with immense speed, nearly knocking me down. The harsh screech of metal on metal blasted through my ear drums. Immediately after the train came to a halt, the soon-to-be passengers scurried to their respective cars.Sleeping Car 040, room 3, is what my ticket read. I looked up at sleeping car 040. It was an old Superliner I car, and the poor thing was so decrepit it was hard to believe that it was still in use. The new paint job was chipping off, and the previous paint scheme was showing through. Some o