Surrendering

In another life I think I lived somewhere in Europe, like Greece or Italy.

Five months of bare-feet sliding and stomping is starting to take its toll. My feet hurt.

The atmosphere above the clouds sometimes reveal another layer of clouds above it so that the pure, turbulant air is trapped between two walls of fluffy, puffy, yet dangerous, cotton candy. It's a totally different world up there - another dimension.

Sometimes I think and wonder if this world would be a better place if we earthly creatures had the capacity to volunteer ourselves from it. If we had the ability to surrender our souls and leave our imperfect bodies at will. What a wonderful world that could be.