Blue skies above...
I had the most beautiful dream last night.
It started out as the kind that don't make much sense. I was standing on the moon, staring up at the heavens, with no kind of space suit on whatsoever. I remember for some reason not being hot or cold at all, perfectly normal. And I remember smelling my mother's perfume.
But then I turned around, and the earth rose over the horizon. Very slowly, very gracefully. It was absolutely perfect. And I remember that I couldn't see anything but the brilliant blue and green and white against the utter blackness behind it. No border lines, or pollution, or airplanes, or bombs, naturally, from that distance. And it was probably more perfect in my dream, with no shadows or excessive clouds, than it ever would be in real life, but... it was beautiful.
It started out as the kind that don't make much sense. I was standing on the moon, staring up at the heavens, with no kind of space suit on whatsoever. I remember for some reason not being hot or cold at all, perfectly normal. And I remember smelling my mother's perfume.
But then I turned around, and the earth rose over the horizon. Very slowly, very gracefully. It was absolutely perfect. And I remember that I couldn't see anything but the brilliant blue and green and white against the utter blackness behind it. No border lines, or pollution, or airplanes, or bombs, naturally, from that distance. And it was probably more perfect in my dream, with no shadows or excessive clouds, than it ever would be in real life, but... it was beautiful.