My Thoughts on Plummeting to Your Death Kevyn Watt   In those last moments, when you can feel the ground racing up to catch you, I don't think you'd notice it. I think you'd realize your life as a landscape that you are flying over. You'd follow a stream of consciousness that meanders across the meadows of your youth, so open and free. And you'd recognize certain Christmas Eves and mornings at Grandma's house, with the smell of fresh bread. Then you'd see the dirt road you walked down in childhood turned into a 6-lane freeway, pushing powerfully towards the smog and hurry of your metropolitan career. By some strange angle of the sun, the city casts a heavy shadow over the golden wheat fields. And it scares you. Then you realize You can't actually be flying. So you stop. Kevyn Watt lives in British Columbia.