I want to levitate, or like Mary Poppins, fly away with my umbrella into far far away. It is raining and I think the world would look more wonderful from up up above than at human eye level.
Why agree to view the world from mere living eyes. I want an elevated version of it.
When the rivers of slush wade in and out of my toes, my feet get caked in the mud. The earth wants me rooted. I want to fly.
Maybe when I put distance between me and this life, I'd appreciate it more. Maybe...
Or maybe in those skies are answers I stupidly search for down below.
An umbrella, the wind, pellets of rain and me... romance never had a better description!