dancing-ladybug

My own Cloud Nine, my imagination, where I am alone with my thoughts and no one can disturb me...that is my favorite place to be. Sometimes what I am thinking is as tangled as balls of yarn, but I am usually exactly where I want to be, in my secret haven. When the world is a frozen ice cube outside and the wicked wind is blowing during the biting cold winter, I can still lie down in the soft green grass and feel the warm shining sun on my face. Other days, when the light of the beating sun becomes blinding and the buzzing of bugs is unbearable, I can instantly run into the perfect sparkling turquoise sea when I am miles away from the beach. W

Silver blades, gliding through the jewel of the sea, not leaving a scratch. Without a care, they swim along. Working together as a team, hunting with skill and strategy, developing a well-organized scheme. A dolphin. A silver shadow. A blade that cuts the ocean without a ripple. They break and roll into the light, and then, unspeaking, slip from sight. Swift, silent like quicksilver they rise from dark depths towards shining skies.