October 25, 2011
Wind stirs the air
Clouds race overhead
I watch silently
Wishing I could join them

I float up
Higher, higher still
Until I am surrounded
By soft, quiet peace

Leaving my troubles behind
Immersed in my own world
I lean back, content
Wrapping myself in the cool breeze

Then I feel something
Beneath my feet
The ground
And reality

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