robinbloke | Quasi prose

When the clouds opened, my eyes had drifted far beyond the sight of the sun. The sky was mellow blue and the warmth from the sunshine was gold on my skin. It felt like a faint fuzziness in the back of my mind, a tingling that slid slowly down my spine. Like a piece of silk brushing against me the wind gently breathed its cool caress, making my hair flicker and twist.
I wasn't sure what I was looking at, or looking for; everything felt so distant as I floated up, to watch myself standing below. An embrace of warmth around me like a warm bath that shifted and changed to feel as if the air itself steamed with the faint eucalyptus tinted scent of a sauna.
Turning now I moved ever higher, the world walling away from individual features and colours to be a glorious melding of everything below, a patchwork of details blending and loosing form to the ever greater obfuscation given by height.