This morning treated me to thoughts of unknown airborne civilizations fully powered to manufacture fantastical goods. Billowing plumes of steam are generated as energy is consumed to create devices that defy gravity and physics.
Massive dirigibles navigate through the suspended moisture, recapturing/collecting it for later use. Work is done with lightning fast speed and laser precision, knowing that the cover provided will only last so long.
The only reminder that I was tethered to the ground are leaves from a nearby tree. The mooring of my thoughts were directly attached to this sentinel of the earth, so as to not get lost completely in thought.
As my thoughts safely returned to the ground, there was a sense of loss at missing more time in the clouds. This feeling was quickly replaced, however, with anticipation for the next adventure.