Invigorated by the cotton-white ocean spray and the ice-cold wind at 10 a.m.
attempting to hang on to the sky-blue grips for my life
flying through the air near the speed of light
bouncing around the sharp turns
no tube under me
Gasping for air,
soaked in the jellyfish water,
traffic-cone orange life vest pulls me up
back on the tube, laughing and screaming again,
flying and flopping around like the bubble gum-pink salmon out of water.