It was as if floating through a dream.
Not touching the floor. Not touching a thing.
It was dreamy like the fresh fog of morning that helps create the dew on blades of grass.
It was unlike anything and yet it was everything.
It was like fluttering and flying all at once.
It was being in heaven.
It was being a cloud.
It was like drifting amongst precipitation.
It was like being wind itself.