Flight to my fancy

Where land meets sky, halfway distanced, neither making more of the effort. Molten lava, amber and fiery gold, spills over the horizon. The earth one giant volcano.

Grey, white and black clouds tower above like faery mist, as crescent moon and solitary star look down upon them from deep blue upturned oceans onto land as black as coal.

I sit at my vantage point, halfway distanced. Suspended between earth and sky, transfixed by Nature’s effortless beauty.

I sit in a man-made bird that gives flight to my fancy.