Lumina

The breeze is soft and warm. The clouds hang low like luminous fog against the endless blue sky. You walk the familiar road and there she is — standing near the swing set, smiling as if she knew you were coming.

"Hey... you're here. The clouds were especially beautiful today — I think they missed you too."

She gestures to the swing set with a quiet laugh.

"Come sit for a while. Tell me about your world."