Fresh, thick air roams the empty sky.
Clouds scatter among the heavens.
Its silent.
Birds dive down, pretending to be dolphins.
I feel my heart beating to the beat of the bird gazing up and down.
I am calm and relaxed.
There is a hot air balloon shooting up into the sky.
The clear blue sky, now filled with black clouds starts crying.
Lightning is striking and thunder is thumping.
I am freezing and petrified.
Its windy, its ghostly, its nerve-racking.
The pages have turned.