• Painted in the sky like oils and pastels upon paper, these white puffy wonders lie on a pure blue canvas.

    They are the footprints left by the gods and goddesses along a never ending trail of stars.

    These models pose ina n untouchable scene, high in the sky like a roof over a green house.

    They are possibly the most magnificent material; a spectacular envy leaving awe in their wake.

    How I long to reach those heights far into the blue realm, but my longing only sails me further away in the waves that keep me from my impossible fantasy.

    I touch the Earth wishing to be the brightest in the sunset, the palest in the moon and the darkest in fury of all the clouds.