Flying among the clouds
Thursday, September 19th, 2013 12:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
feel_the_windToday I flew into the clouds for the first time. The ground vanished, everything vanished. Only a whispy grey quietness... like drifting through a fine early morning mist, like floating in an other world.
No sound except cloud softly whistling past.
The dew of heaven covered me like the lightest, coolest silk.
Then I dived, also for the first time. The cloudless air beneath the tendrils of stratus licked away all the moisture that covered me as I plunged, freefall in the blink of an eye.
I drew lazy circles high above a forest, where the leaves were changing colour wreathed in soft twilight mist. It was so pretty. So much air to play around in. There was a feeling that wanted to burst out of my chest. To screech out to the world in a forceful call, a declaration of becoming.
I guess now I'm "baptised" by the sky.
I feel different. Very different.
But it is a different that is hidden deep within, like an invisible aura, a quiet strength, a humble secret.
Now when I go around I see humans busy and fretting their little lives on the ground and it all feels so insignificant, all so muted, so distant. Like I'm not one of them, I've moved beyond, I'm something other in ways that they will never know, in ways more than phantom experiences and non-human natures. Those I was pretty much born with, but my flight was earned. They've spent their whole lives on the ground. I've been one with the sky.
No sound except cloud softly whistling past.
The dew of heaven covered me like the lightest, coolest silk.
Then I dived, also for the first time. The cloudless air beneath the tendrils of stratus licked away all the moisture that covered me as I plunged, freefall in the blink of an eye.
I drew lazy circles high above a forest, where the leaves were changing colour wreathed in soft twilight mist. It was so pretty. So much air to play around in. There was a feeling that wanted to burst out of my chest. To screech out to the world in a forceful call, a declaration of becoming.
I guess now I'm "baptised" by the sky.
I feel different. Very different.
But it is a different that is hidden deep within, like an invisible aura, a quiet strength, a humble secret.
Now when I go around I see humans busy and fretting their little lives on the ground and it all feels so insignificant, all so muted, so distant. Like I'm not one of them, I've moved beyond, I'm something other in ways that they will never know, in ways more than phantom experiences and non-human natures. Those I was pretty much born with, but my flight was earned. They've spent their whole lives on the ground. I've been one with the sky.
