michaelboy | A Place?...or simply my Reverie?

There was a place to where you led me (or at least I imagined it was so), that all clouds were turned with the dark-side up and the rest of the sky was rather like a castaway citrus - bobbing around the island in its own azure sea. Here the air was scented better than any dryer-sheet could ever imagine and the incredible wind in its whimsy; swept and tousled your hair (so bold as to even tatter your sundress - yet not in any forlorn fashion).