Crane Hang and Drop

This simple little fantasy of mine has been years in the making. I used to love hanging off cranes. You feel as though you can put a stop on time.  Beneath your feet there is stillness and  silence as you experience  the purity of been present in one single moment……………….…to then let go and fall into it holds a whole new dimension to the experience. I spent all summer looking for the right crane to do this on. I found good contenders. But none of them seemed to be perfect. This was the perfect crane. So perfect. A crane in the middle of a field far away from the noise of the city. Quiet. Still. Untouched….. excatly the criteria I needed for  this dream to unfold the way I wanted too.  I slept in the crane cabin the night before. Eyeing up my exit point from my sleeping bag. A glorious sunrise woke me up and a mist caked the forest surrounding the site. I’m in a dream. My dream. Stillness in the air. A Sunday morning in Germany is one like no other, my prime time to strike. everything closes. Everything is quiet. People rest. Only I and lost ravers remain. This experience exceeded everything I wanted. A moment in time which is mine for all time. On landing my whole body was hysterically shaking. A fine concoction of adrenaline, fear and euphoria.