Some days I see clouds, others birds, always paired with trees. Wind and rain and sun all together to form something greater, almost another world in this one. If I could choose, I would always be there, gazing up, time passing. But life is rarely that kind.

Instead, I see plain white ceiling and harsh lights, linoleum floor with the sounds of a classroom, here every day for a purpose we don’t exactly see. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind being here, but don’t see the meaning behind it. The purpose. The drive. I’ll do the work, the presentations, the practicals, with a smile on my face, but I won’t really mean it.

And when all of that is over, I go back. Far away from all the noise. To the wind, clouds and sky. For another few hours, before I am drawn back into mundanity. The cycle continues.

Until it doesn’t. One day I find that there is no mundanity to return to. It had all been destroyed in a battle for the extraordinary. So I turn back to the sky and sun, the only place that will take me now. I’m not glad about this, but I can live with it. I can live in peace.