Fly

Fire gives life, water sustains it, and earth reclaims it. Air, however, is a different story.

Let's sail together, you and me.

Let's fly above the clouds, skimming the tops of the clouds like soft, wooly fur.

The sunset behind us casts its fiery reds across the horizon, a dull, ruddy glow accepting the embrace of night.

We move like toys beneath us, toys, props, in a play so grand we have no perception of where it's going. We scurry around in our toys, make our little bitty houses of light, and hurry around like glowing ants.

But from up here, my love, we see us, and we watch as the world moves for us, entertaining you and me

Examine the firmament above with me. Written in this silky black canvas, in those dots above, are the moments we spend together. Our love, our sorrow, our happiness, our pain, our lives are written by the eternal scribe in the stars above.

The sun is our spa, Mars our coffeeshop, and the moon our movie theater, from which we can examine the human drama itself unfold.

Let's dine on the rings of Saturn, and let the moons be our waiters. Let's build snowmen out of stardust. Let's tan ourselves in the Venus heat.

We dream of all from up in our oxygenated home. You are as mundane as the earth below, as magical as the stardust above.

Let us go, my love, to a place of blissful nothing.

Let's retire ourselves to the atmosphere above, feel your lightheaded mind rest against mine, and feel the bliss of the airs.

Stars above, civilization below.

Let's fly.

The bliss of flying

11/6/2018