2h jumping in the late afternoon under an open sky, i see blury when i look faraway but still the stars where bright enough to fill my eyes with hope, and wonder, and poetry and geometry. at some point, just in front of my eyes a sudden sparkle, just one… not an airplane, pure magic. i begin to understand now that when i am in nature and in movement is easier to feel connected to the whole, not alone, together. It was super cold, my hands were freezing… but who cares if you can feel the link…