Note: I have never been base jumping, but a friend of mine has and this is how he says he feels.
I stand on the bluff,
To catch the cool breeze
That carries the smell of rain.
The wind from the east whips hard
like a driver cracking a whip over his team
I make a wish before jumping
for the wings I have yet to see.
Heated blood pumps through my veins
my heart races
as that first few seconds of freedom lifts my soul.
Falling in to the wind
that crashes upon the cliff
I reach for the cord at my shoulder and pull
my breath whooshing out as the silk canopy snaps open.
Carried on the wind
toggles adjusting to steer me towards land and not water
my heart crushed as I realize
my wings are only short-lived.