Dancing above the clouds

I was going to write about one night, about a cygnet and her dreams of flying above a lake and above the cascaded meadows. I was going to write about clouds that are within her reach and about the morning that followed the night.

Then I realised that you can read this all bellow without having to use any words.

Thank you Beccy for telling the story in such a delicate and beautiful way. :)

Ladislav