Fog.
A big white cloud.
I can't see anything.
But slowly and smoothly the cloud disappear....
Far under me there is land. A island.
The coastline surrounds a big wide greenfield with small hills and valleys.
The sun is shining...
Why am I in the air? Am I flying? I don't know.
But it doesn't matter.
I do not feel fear.
I'm feeling well.
And I'm overwhelmed by the beauty I'm seeing.
The air smells fresh and sweet.
Also I do not feel a body.
I have all of my senses, except any kind of sense of touch.
I can not realize some kind of boundary between myself and my surroundings.
When I see a blade of grass, I can be that blade, feel the wind which is swinging me around....
November 2016
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