Flying.

Flying through the air,
Feeling the wind whip through my hair as it trails,
Spirling like a tornado attached to my scalp.

Water.
Droplets dripping down,
Down the lifejacket, down my legs,
Chilled mist bringing goosebumps.

Unbalenced. 
Feeling the pull from the rope,
My body jerks forward,
I pull back, unstable.

Speeding.
The motor roaring against the currents,
The skis skipping, trying not to sink,
My knees quiver with the vibrations.

Home.
Where I feel the moisture in the breeze.
I feel alive and welcomed by the speed.
Loved by the unstableness underneath my feet.