I like to go outside sometimes and throw my hands in the air right over my head. Then I close my eyes and imagine that the earth is holding my feet and spinning me in a circle as it rotates.
Kinda like when you were a kid and your dad spun you around in the air until you were dizzy and sick from laughter. Wobbling around the yard you begged for more.
I still want this, but only the earth can do this for me now.