A journey among the clouds

There are times when I feel like I'm standing on the edge of life and I have two choices, either to fall into timelessness, into a black hole where I am lost, or to soar towards the light that is peeking through the clouds. I always choose to fly, jumping from one cloud to another, from one world to another, and the clouds take me on a journey through different times. Today's stop was a rural village in the middle of nowhere, where we stopped on a farm whose borders stretch as far as the eye can see. Black iris flowers adorn its fences, and next to the old blue door of the farmhouse is a perennial mallow tree. The clouds and I floated around this vast farm, until we stopped when we saw her! A girl no older than maybe fifteen was dancing barefoot to a song that only she could hear, but at that moment, as I was caught up in her delicate dance steps and bright smile, I felt like I was hearing the same song in my head. The girl continued to dance in the spring breeze, until she bent down and plucked a rose that I could have sworn had blossomed and bloomed when the girl's tender fingertips touched it. Then she walked over to an older woman, perhaps her mother! She was sitting in a sun-faded chair. The affectionate girl made sure to remove the thorns from the rose before putting it in her mother's hair, laughing. We left them sipping mint tea and shading themselves from the afternoon sun on those faded chairs and went back in time and the road to the edge of life again! Every trip with the clouds reminds me that this life, whether in this world or the next or even the one before it, is worth patience and experience, and assures me that no matter how difficult or stressful my experience in this time is, there is a chance to create a better time for myself in the future and carry in my heart a hundred interesting stories from different eras.