found a stunning photo of Kittinger’s record-breaking skydive on August 16, 1960.
i remember the first time (there wasn’t that many of them - i used to like to skydive every half a year) i jumped out of a plane so clearly.
absolute mess in my head, grey plane getting smaller, land approaching way too quickly. i had no idea i knew how to curse in all these languages.
then, a shake.. and absolute silence. it was a sunny afternoon, not a cloud in the sky, and tiny green squares of fields, each a different shade down below.
chilly, beautiful.
