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  • I often have this daydream that my bus home will skip off the ramp outside of the Lincoln tunnel and dip into the Hudson head first. Not that I want an entire bus full of people myself included to plummet an unknown number of stories into a river. I suspect this would cause debilitating injuries.

    Suspect because a pilot did land an aero plane on this same river unharmed.

    We would plummet and that pressure in your belly would make way for that flood of water seeping in. I'd see it like a submarine's periscope illuminated in red and bits of purple, Emergency Exit. I'd swim over effortlessly and release the hatch. We would all swim away legs delicately waving. Greeted by the water and the air. We would all smile between bobbing bodies and gasps. We would be alright.

    I guess I imagine this because for a minute I would be free and expectant of impending doom followed by hopeful instinct.

    Reality: I'm afraid of heights and can't swim. I would probably be the first to have a heart attack and drown.

    Photo Credit: Jenny Bean
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