Anticipation in the light
The mouth ahead
Dark
Dropping
Time to pause for thought

A light in the distance
The end, or another darkened soul?
The latter flashes by
The former is in view

Light increasing
The end is nigh
White, bright
As out you fly

Then headlong down
Wind whistles
Hair bristles
Air chills
Speed thrills

Lights above pulse
Enjoying the strobe ride
And all the while
A smile