Dual escape

Today I long for reprieve, though I am not sure why. It seems to me a deserving day. I have to work, but not until later...
I'll be babysitting. It will be good for me to spend a couple of hours around children. Their energy and their laughter renews me. Until then, though. I must use my crazy mind to fight off this boredom.
As usual, two thoughts enter my mind in the very same instance. One was purposeful, and was something to do with living life dangerously, being outgoing. The other was awaterfall that I have never seen, not even in my imagination before now. I'll describe the waterfall first, as I do not know how long the image will last.
Mentally I see that I am not facing the waterfall. Rather, I am faced towards the downward slope of a large hill. On my left are several trees, some of which seem to be willows. There's a gab in the trees, large enough for seven people to walk side-by-side. Through the gap I can see the waterfall, sparkling and beautiful. It ends in a tidy little pool before continuing as a stream down the hill. Behind the waterfall is a backdrop of leafy green trees, and there's no sign of human life for at least 10 miles in all directions. The place where I'm standing is a small clearing of sorts, and if I walk towards the waterfall I see that the water in the pool is clear and calm. I walk closer to it, but its surface is a couple of feet below the rock edge here, and so I lay on my stomach and in order to reach my hand into the water. I feel the pressure on my abdomen from hanging over the edge, and I feel the blades from a nearby tuft of grass tickling my toes. The water is crisp and cold and reminds me of walking barefoot outside in the winter. Carefully, I move to site with my feet over the edge of the rock, and lower myself until I am up to my knees in water. I cannot stay this way long, though, without either dropping into the pool completely or pulling myself back up. I choose, therefore, to pul my body back onto the rock. I move back into the clearing, looking down the hill towardsmore trees and a field beyond that. I walk through the trees, careful to avoid injury. Then, I see a field of grass and wildflowers, where I lay in the bright warm sunlight with stems and leaves all around me.
Now to living outrageously. My thought was of skydiving, or parachuting, of white water rafting. Of living on adrenaline and luck. I imagine feeling my heart in my throat while standing by the open door of an airplane, with the strong secure feeling of the parachute strapped to my back. I imagine something- insanity or joy or god knows what else- pushing me to to jump gladly out of the plane and freefall happily. Air pushing against me while I drop through the sky, finally pulling the string and sailing at a more reasonable pace to the ground, filled with the thrill of height. As I descend, knowing that I'll want to do it again as soon as I'm sturdy on the ground, I see everything- trees, cars, houses, getting larger. Finally I manage to land on the ground safely, my body feeling strangely light and my head lighter.
...off to work with me now.