Clouds roll by. The sky extends into a vast distance.

I have my legs crossed, and kind of melt, turning 180 degrees through the ground.

Now the clouds roll below me like some vast white ocean. I’m sitting alone at the top of a mountain.

I breathe deeply, closing my eyes to take in all of the fresh, thin mountain air.

I watch the clouds for what feels like hours.

Endless hours of peaceful solitude, seemingly suspended in the heavens.

I close my eyes and keep taking slow, deep breaths.

When I open my eyes the rolling clouds are fading softly into ripples.

Wavy sand dunes in the wind, warm beneath me. The cool, thin mountain air has given way to thick warm air that fills my lungs effortlessly.

The heat envelopes me as I breathe deep, full breaths of dry desert air.

I open my eyes and look into the distance, over the wavy dunes.

Pulled, floating almost.

Close to their edge.

Beyond the dunes are slowly rippling, calm waters. The wind blows over them toward me.

Sitting on the dunes, staring over the vast blue horizon is mesmerising.

It is here, in the endless expanse of sky meeting sea that my mind is empty.

It’s at this moment I always seem to drift off to sleep. Awestruck by the possibility of all that there is.