Walking on air.

The light pushed the clouds down onto hues of blue, while small boatmen slowly readied their nets,
A tiny bird peeled its way across the orange sunrise,
The arch of white emmited its lemon aura,
Clouds shaped their dragon like mysteries as a singular wave poured onto the shore.
The mist rose into fair angels,
Soft broccoli trees bridged their way through fields and everglades,
Flickerings of ocre followed them in play.