i woke up far too early to soar through clouds of whipped frosting, through and above them, so that we soared in a secret world--the world above the world, where the sun is shining and simply hidden from the world by a thick frosty layer. it was majestic. the floor of this world was creamy, rippling clouds, and the tips of mountains peeked through, still proud and tall, casting tiny shadows in a kingdom of otherwise overwhelming light.
there is something comforting about knowing that, although we live many of our days beneath the cloud cover, one has only to soar above the clouds to discover that the light is still shining. just because you don't feel the sun on your face doesn't mean it doesn't continue to burn in the sky.