“I saw the sky and it was all alone. The air was calm and the weather was cool...” I saw the sky and it was all alone. The air was calm and the weather was cool. I walked along a road, slightly worn. I walked along a road uneven with patches of mossy green and shiny crystal stones. I tried to reach down to pick one up, but I fell forward. I was falling...falling into my momentum. The stones remained behind me. I started to let go. I forgot the stones. I felt light, like my path was easier now. My momentum was swifter. Now I was coasting on a torrent. I was a fallen leaf, missing my tree. I was floating down a creek through a grove of reveries. I was passing under the sky on a creek tumbling into ebbs and over scenes, floating into trickling pools, and eddies of silver-linings. I saw the sky and it was all alone. But then the wind began to blow. I saw myself, as a felted strand. I felt a tug, then a lift. I closed my eyes, opened my mind and then I gave it a go. I made a wish, and so was so. I caught the breeze, like the breeze caught a bee. I coasted along and it was so, very, eas-y. I floated up and around and upside down. I was a little silver kite, a dandy of a dream. I saw the sky, and it was a sight to see. The SKY was BEAUTIFUL, the SKY was ME!