• I stand there, in the center of the world. The wind of millions of cotton ribbons brush along my body, caressing my face and gently stroke my features. The breeze sweeps back my hair, and with it lifts up the feeling of gravity. I am floating about in the weightlessness of thought. Lost in its extravagence as if pulls me further through the maze. My eyes are glass, sparkling and hard as they watch in wonder of the night to come. The sun slowly drips into the horizon. Every drop of its golden beauty sending colours sprawling about the sky, glowing and smiling upon the earth as they slowly fade away into darkness. And when all seems silent and empty, a flicker of joy in the form of a tiny dot comes into veiw. Then laughter fills the sky and illuminates our eyes again. The moon in all it radience crawls along the darkness and joins its silver companions in their song. The winds comes along again and I smile.