Glass Sky

It was dark. The sky above held a deep midnight blue, while speckles of white light were scattered across it. Standing in the middle of it all and looking up, it was all that you could see…endless mile upon mile of a vast, dotted sky. The air was fresh and clean, and was the perfect state of warmness. There was just a slight breeze in the air that flew past you in circles. All was quiet. Taking a step forward and looking down was the forest below, the tall conifers cast shadow over the ground, causing only the shady trees to be seen through the gloom. To the south a faint glimmer can be seen of a lake. The lake is as clear as the sky above, and the moonlight reflects off it while fallen stars can be seen within its depths. But here, here in the middle, was the place that few human beings had ever been before.

Here was the glass in the sky, the gigantic ballroom where fairies danced and wind was born. Only when you walked on it, no sound could be heard. Not even the quiet tappity-tap that you’d expect. It was as if one was walking on air. Walking, running, dancing about the endless miles of sky, as if skating on ice, surrounded by twinkling diamonds watching over you, and the earth below. The beauty of them was overwhelming, and if you could just reach and out grab one, you could skip it across the sky, leaving a ripple in the glass, ripples growing ever larger, until it surrounded the entirety of the globe of soil and water. The shooting star, after eventually sinking through the transparent glass, would fall into the lake beyond, to be found by someone, someone with dreams of their own to enter the heavens above and touch the stars. To find that place where heaven and earth meet, and all is right. A peace so perfect that one could lie there forever without any regrets. No regrets… save that you were the only one to enjoy it. That’s why I’d skip stars across the sky, to let them know that it’s possible. To show them that they can make it.

The climb is hard and lonely, and only the spirit is there to comfort you, but if you could just reach the top, and see things from a view above… see things for how they really are, it will all makes sense, and you won’t need to wonder anymore. If only they could see… if they could know that you can walk in sky, and you can in fact feel infinite peace. If they would just believe you, and follow you to the top of the long, winding stairs that no one can see without eyes of faith. With that, and that only, can you make it.