Cabin Fever Daydreams

The shadows dance across me as I glide along, the green fingers of the flora reaching out over my head to lace together, embracing as long lost friends under an endless sea of azure, in turn brushed gently by white peaks, surrounding my world as grandstands, filled with warm, laughing spirits. The breeze fills my senses with hints of pine, the faint scents of a million perfumes meet me even as I see splashes of bright color amid the lush greens. A gray serpent uncoils before me, beckoning me onward, carrying me hither and yon among the dancing fairies stealing glimpses of me through the legs of the ancient giants. Great white dragons drift lazily above me, carried by the gentle currents of the open expanses.

I climb, on towards the warm smiling face that greets me and embraces me as I sail under it. Below me, I feel the skin of my conveyor through steel sinews, tautly drawn from my fingers to caress the passing cosmos. My ever trusty steed listens intently to my thoughts, conveys them to action precisely without hesitation, revels in the euphoria of my rollicking advance. The world swings gracefully about me as I bend from one side to the other in a single fluid movement. Like flying within the world, rather than above it, I am an ethereal transient of it; wholly part of it, yet only for one fleeting moment. There is nothing behind, and what will be is yet only theoretical. There is only now, and the world around me is within me as well. My physical being serves only to add perspective to the universe of warmth and color and joy that envelopes me and welcomes me. There is no room here for pain, or sorrow, and fear is but the faintest twinge of warning, reminding me that to misstep is to destroy this being. Time ceases to exist, only beauty and thought....

But not today. Today my steed sits quietly. Today is a cold touch of uncertainty. Today the seconds parade endlessly by. Today, I wait, and I dream.