City in the Clouds

I see a city in the sky. A wide meadow spreads across the flat plateau of the clouds. Behind it climbs steps that lead to a peaceful pool that trickles down the grassy meadow. If the fairy's flew from that meadow they would reach a beautiful floating rain forest. Natives of the island would greet them wearing clothes fashioned from the nature around them. Banana leaf tunics and grass skirts adorned the ladies while the men might prefer thin bark skin pants. The fairy's would survey this as they continued on their tour.

Blanketing the air beneath the island you would find a gorgeous theater. An elaborate circular show ring where the native elves would put on a grand show! Rock formations made up the seating, some areas rising higher than the others; wouldn't consistency ruin the feeling of freedom?

How do the elves travel? This might cross your mind for the fairy population simply flew. Well, many creatures littered the island with their families providing transportation for land and air. Massive butterflies were more than happy to provide a breathtaking ride to the theater or the meadow. Beetles were numerous and helped with traffic on land. Everything lived in harmony, sharing talents and stories and bartering one skil for the help of another.

Yet just as quickly as I saw this majestic city, just as quickly did I lose it. It disappeared beneath the clouds and beneath my grasp. Oh how I do wish it would last.

Mexico

Can you hear the pitter-patter of the rain falling on the straw? The warm wind blows the droplets here and there as they dance through the sky. As I open the door the warm air hits my skin, breaking away my fear of the cold. How beautiful then to have to opposites meld together. The winds warmth with the sky's cold drops. The clouds break as the sun comes out to great the opposites that shook hands this morning.

The earrings were the thing that defined her. If jewelery wasn't on display I am sure she didn't feel quite the same. The sparkle of her rings or the hypnotic swivel of her favorite pearl dangles finished her look. Shoes were also important; the final words of an outfit spoken with class and charisma.

Hair was never out looked and any makeup was feminine and stunning. An enthusiastic shot of perfume set the whole tone for the day and a pink leather jacket pulled from the back of the closet screamed "Fashion"!

Being a woman wasn't only a right for her, it was an art. Even her evening or bedtime attire was proper. Each smooth sleek nightgown trimmed with ivory lace or each soft housecoat cinched fashionably to her curves looked like it took much effort to adorn.

Yet it was the laught that captured you. That unique bubbly giggle that carried from far away was the feature that she wore most confidently. For if she was giggling, who wasn't happy?