Here

The sky is a painterly whitish-blue.

Wispy clouds spread themselves against the vast expanse of the sky, almost like afterthoughts.

Sunlight gently touches the world, casting a dream-like haze onto the landscape.

A cat struts up the sidewalk, slowing down at each house it passes, turning its head to gaze at the architectural wonder.

The trees move back and forth as if conversing with each other.

My heart beats in my chest, but my soul is in the sky.

I want to leap out the window and drift upwards.

I want to leave.

I want to sit atop a cloud-kissing mountain and breathe in cold, refreshing air.

I want to lay on a grassy hill and stare as a flock of birds flutter past me.

I want to stand on a cloud and gaze up at a full, radiant moon.

I want to be anywhere but here.