Exhilaration

I'm standing in line, waiting in the cold October air. The wind from the ride blows my hair from my neck and goosebumps travel down my arm. Is this really worth the time I'm spending just standing here? The boys behind me keep bumping into my ass; since when did nine year old boys get so bold? Finally it's our turn. I sit in the middle, put my head phones in and turn the volume all the way up. The ride's chest bands come down and we start to rise. The beat is in my head, drowning out screams, downing out thoughts. Nothing exists now except the music, the wind tearing at me, the heart wrenching drop and rise. It feels like sex between intimate friends. The comfort, the freedom, exhilaration. There is nothing, yet I feel it all, penetrating. My iPod slips from my hands and there is instant silence, poetry, as I watch it plummet. The gasps and yells around me slide right through. I laugh with abandon, I still feel the music's pull as the ride goes on and on. Is there nothing in my life that compares to this release? The wind dies down and I slowly come back to earth.