Carefully I walk through the vast landscape. In the distance flows a slow wide river, closer to me a number of grazing cows. The heat slows down my step and I decide to lie down in the long cool grass. My thoughts also slow down. There are clouds drifting past the infinite firmament, while my eyes just see the sun shining through the long grass. The bees buzz diligently above my head.
Just like in my youth: if you lay in the grass and looked at the clouds, all kinds of figures always appeared: funny, menacing and formless. This time I try to observe it too. Yet there is a difference between the youthful open-mindedness of the past and its loss due to the adulthood of today. While thinking about my childhood and about my current life, I slowly dream away. The buzzing of the bees fades and bright light from the sky slowly darkens.
Suddenly I walk over the clouds, just in an enchanting world with a feeling that borders on magic. A magic that I can’t explain. I’m amazed at this new landscape! It’s like I’m walking over huge snowy landscape. In the distance looms a cloud hill. Slowly I walk towards that hill, and try to explain why I do not sink through the clouds and fall down. Arriving at the foot of that hill I look up, over the top of the hill, it already shines a bright blue caused by the outside of the atmosphere. Furthermore, I have no idea where exactly I am. The hill is a bit steep, but I still manage to climb up. I reach the top. Excited by the climb I look around me. I saw the traces of the exhaust of airplanes. I saw the clouds below me drifting by.
There I am: lonely and lost as in a dream. It’s dead quiet, no sound dripping through, not from the planes and not from the earth below that skims between the clouds. I’m not cold at this altitude either and can just breathe! I can indeed see the earth from a very large height. I see mountains, rivers and seas. I admire the earth from the hill in the clouds.
How beautiful our world is! From this height, there is no distinction between countries. No distinction between nations and the people who live in them. Everyone is equal. An incredible water planet. I want to fly down, but I can’t. I want to continue living on the hill in the clouds. Every morning looking down in amazement and enjoy that wonderful view. I don’t want to go back to the misery and sadness down there. I don’t want to go back to the old paradise in this universe that is no longer a paradise. I never want to return and I want to die on the hill in the clouds.
A strange air starting to get to me. Slowly I wake up to the sound of an exuberantly peeing cow, who curiously looks at me with her beautiful dark eyes. I laugh a bit silly at this strange situation. The cow grazed quietly, while I slowly wake up. The sun was still shining through the long grass.
Slowly I rise. The clouds have drifted away. I walk slowly on, still thinking about my dream.
I dissolve in the distance of the vast landscape. The hill in the clouds has disappeared.