From here everything looks so small. Ants scurrying between boulders that are sand.
Life seems to drift back to childhood days.
The ants still scurry and I scurry as well just a bit slower than those by gone days.
Sun shining against my face, the wind blowing.
A perfect time to be alive, breathing in the fresh air, amazed at the sights of life.
I am alive, a perfect time, a perfect day, a wonderful time to be.
Lift me above it all, let me fly into the blue skies forever.