Since we moved to the Salt Lake Valley, we have loved watching all of the “flyers” on the point of the mountain. From a distance they seem so peaceful, like little human butterflies. I’m sure if someone strapped me to one of those puppies and pushed me off a mountain, “peaceful” would be the last word to come to mind. I imagine there would be more blood curdling screams and mental images of failed childhood egg drops. All splatting fears aside, watching them from the ground makes me feel like I could lay down in the grass and take a happy little nap, counting fluffy little floaters as I fall asleep. Colin and I drove up here to take a walk around, and we must have stayed for an hour afterward watching people take off and land. It was just one of those happy moments for me when I felt totally content.
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