When my hair is a halo in the air

I love trampolines.

I love feeling my strong legs push into the balls of my feet push against the resistance of the springs just before they shoot me into the air.

I love the short time where I am flying higher and higher.

And the moment when I feel like soon I will shoot through the roof and touch the sky.

But especially the moment when I stop. 

It’s very short.

If you blink you’ll miss it.

The moment when everything is still and my long hair is floating around my head. 

And then I fall back to the ground and do it again.

And again.

And again.

Just to feel my hair in a halo in the air.