I lay on the cold million colored mosaic floor of the terrace, gazing at the clarity of the blues and the whites of the sky which could never be captured by a machine or even really warm hands. Suddenly an airplane cut across the puffy cloud and for a fraction of a second was adjacent to the crescent moon. It was perfection in a horizontal plane. I found myself shutting my eyes, breathing in the sight. I stretched my arms out wide and something amazing happened. The strong winds were flowing through every minuscule opening in my clothes. It felt as if the wind was pushing through my wrists and into my veins. My t-shirt flapped up and down, bodiless. I felt an incredible lightness. I realized that the wind always cleanses, even if it just a simple thought. The moment where you shut your eyes and let the wind take over, everything is adrift but you remain. It is magnificent - the paradox of your still body and translucent flying of the wind.