"... save the last glide for me"

(Hackpen Hill, Wiltshire, South-western England)

I grappled with dictionary and figures of speech in order to find a suitable title for this one....
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(Hackpen Hill, Wiltshire, South-western England)

I grappled with dictionary and figures of speech in order to find a suitable title for this one. From adrenaline rush to relaxation, from a stratum of peril to a state of euphoria, man and child must be experiencing both an aura of freedom that such stunt imparts and a heart-rate exerted to that of a 400-metre runner levels, but not for much longer. Crepuscule is rosying up her fingers and getting ready for the night as she signals the final part of tonight’s glide. Imbued with an aestival warmth, the sky is drawn with pastels and soon enough a promise of a new dawn will be made…
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