A place where a blanket of steam rises to dissipate its warmth. A rise so novel, it reveals a magnificent beauty, difficult to fathom with two eyes and millions of years; a beauty that lends itself to everything that comes within its circle. A circle so full, it expands beyond eyes' horizon and is magnetic enough to engulf all that makes a perfect world. A world so vast, lying on my back, I can cuddle it to sleep. A sleep so surreal, the dreams in it play to me when I am awake. A dream so precious, I roam with it in my cupped palms. Palms so smooth, they extract fragrance from the flowers of life. Flowers so eternal, their fragrance fuels me to fly. A fly so high, everything else flies with me lest it misses out the inevitable. Everything so musical, the tunes never cease. Tunes so rhythmic, the swing of freedom returns to where it was and was not. Freedom so abundant, I see myself sprinkled over my daydream.