My whole life has built up to this moment. I feel my companions rushing past, galloping by, bumbling and murmuring. I am caught in an eddy, holding my breath, savoring--
I am the roaring mist. I am swept, plunged, dangling, over!
My head is aching. I can't feel my my limbs. I float quietly downstream, deaf and numb and alive.
The roar dies away, and I float on, quenched.