each in its turn, as the round earth rolls

“The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.” -john muir

we danced all night, until the bugs ate us alive

Great ribbon, dude.

after jump conversation with the jumper:

me: wow, what's it like to fall through a cloud?
jumper: it's amazing
me: what does it taste like?
jumper: Heaven, Heaven running right up your nose.

me: I guess I do taste through my nose sometimes...