I stand alone in the middle of a clearing, by a long stretch of empty road. The horizon is lined with softly faded mountains in the very far distance. The mountains are lined with the most beautiful sunset; soft, subtle sunset of orange merged with pink. There is a lone tree, its branches wind and curve, bend and intertwine. They are smooth and very light brown in colour. There are no leaves on this tree. A white owl perched sleeping on a branch. All is silent. White feathers fall from the sky like rain. It is wonderful. I raise my arms as high as I can, my fingertips seem to be reaching for something, longing for something. my body stretches, and i tilt my head upwards and feel the feathers brush past my face as they fall down beside me. I keep my arms above, as my right foot moves left, and leads me to turn my body in a circle motion, the other follows instinctively. I dance in circles. My hands now both waving slowly up and down, as if they are the wings of a bird. My fingers dance and play with the falling feathers, causing a light breeze, sending them off their desired paths, back into the sky momentarily untill gravity redirects them and they land softly on the ground. i feel wonder. i feel happiness. This is my idea of heaven.
