27 June 2012
I flew gracefully through clouds; diving, tumbling in the cold air. My breath visible, a icy white mist. I was at peace. The moisture in the air clinging to my clothes. The morning had surprised me yet again. I wove a pattern into the sky, staring into the vast sea. I sighed. I wish this could last forever; a thousand moments, flying . My day was beginning and my dream ending, forever? I doubted that, this was my dream place, visited often; a shard of my imagination, created in my mind.
Flying • Opuss № I