He used his briefcase to shield his eyes from the morning sun and watched as pieces of things fell, debris. No. No, bodies. Jumpers. One, then a few moments later another: a woman whose skirt had blown off, two others holding hands, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth. Each eternal descent was followed by a rat-a-tat crash, the sound of matter meeting the earth, followed by screams at street level, then stifled sobs.  --  The Glittering World   photo credit: NASA
       
     
 He used his briefcase to shield his eyes from the morning sun and watched as pieces of things fell, debris. No. No, bodies. Jumpers. One, then a few moments later another: a woman whose skirt had blown off, two others holding hands, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth. Each eternal descent was followed by a rat-a-tat crash, the sound of matter meeting the earth, followed by screams at street level, then stifled sobs.  --  The Glittering World   photo credit: NASA
       
     

He used his briefcase to shield his eyes from the morning sun and watched as pieces of things fell, debris. No. No, bodies. Jumpers. One, then a few moments later another: a woman whose skirt had blown off, two others holding hands, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth. Each eternal descent was followed by a rat-a-tat crash, the sound of matter meeting the earth, followed by screams at street level, then stifled sobs.

-- The Glittering World

photo credit: NASA