paper airplanes cut through thick air under a wide blue sky filling the eye with the beauty of flying vast space controlled by nothing where you can be above it all, planted firmly, or in the middle of it watching the strom from above it's roots ripping holes in clouds as I soar learning to just breathe no matter the height this is where you close your eyes, empty your mind, breathe steadily, and be the challenge is finding this serenity on the ground