September 28, 2009
The day is blue grey, with a touch of lavender fluttering about in the air. "Hey you with the sun in your eyes." My eyes scrunch together as the beams hit them with such force, bright yellow light force. Beams of happiness, or sadness, perspective. "Hey you with your feet on the ground." My feet are in the air, my feet are above the trees, my feet are above my head. I float. I float above the buildings and trees and smile and smile and smile. My teeth are gleaming and beaming and there is nothing to make me unhappy.