Putting on ballons. To wear them running.
Attatched as well, with lightweight fabric that the wind is going to do nothing but caress.
Soul of lightweight touch too.
Strands of hair dancing in wild with the strands of light.
that filter through the branches of all the trees.
Feather pockets and around neck and tugging fabric at all your skins creases.
The weathers amusement.
The trees brand of entertainment.
Coddling the grass with toes.
Devouring gulps of air that’s falling into darker states.
As the sun sets
lighter than all the shadows.
on the stage of light
Ballooing into a lighter being of adventurous.