What if you could evaporate in the sky
And drift freely along the twists and turns of the winds current
Travel miles upon miles over land
Showering them with your condensed vapor
Only to rise again and repeat the process
Would it become routine?
Or would the wonders and beauties of the distant ground continually amaze you?
What if it was the norm to live amongst the clouds?
Would we wonder the senses experienced on land?
Why must repetition become routine?
How could we rise every morning with eyes anew?
Written by Jessica Baiza