Not always is our imagination within our purview . Sometimes our weird imagination breaks the walls of our mind and jumps out at the speed of light . It starts to wander anywhere and leaves a piece of it wherever it goes not even realizing that we can go after them ... ... And we go . It’s high time to do what was permanently waiting for us . I was deep on the snow-white clouds , the iron bird (thay call it “airplane”) was taking me to a place which was to be exposed by me (or more than exposed) . Maybe I could find a bunch of magical and memorable instants there. I released the belt , shut my eyes ... It was blue , clear and bright blue . The shades poured into my soul... The blue of the Sky was different , breathtaking “Should we hover ? ” I asked to myself . “let’s hover,” “Then I need to be able to fly , you know “ “Heaven, I want to fly so badly”. Several seconds passed , I was flying through the sky ,through the snow-white clouds . That flight was so flawless That I wanted to sink deeper and deeper in the clouds . “I desire to find colours ,“ I shouted “colours, colours, colours: they would look so perfect on blue “ I started whirling. One whirl , two , three.. and some of the cold white cloudes turned into yellow . They reminded little pieces of sun. One whirl, two , three, several whirls and some other clouds were painted with red . They reminded the beautiful sunsets of the West. One , two ,three whirls and the other white clouds turned into green,orange, purple ,pink ... then the other colors appeared in turn in the clear sky . I smiled and continued my weird traveling through the colors . I was throwing myself from side to side . A colorful magic surrounded me as if nothing else was needed. Then I thought that I needed to create more colors which didn’t even exist . Some of the clouds had remained colorless . I took a piece of red , green then mixed them with yellow . A new shade was created . But I needed entirely different color : COLOR and not SHADE , the one without any mixtures . I took a colorless cloud without any shape and corrected the edges . “And now , Heaven, help me create MY COLOUR and paint this cloud with it “. “Try it on your own” I heard. I flew higher and higher with that colorless cloud in my hands till I reached a height. I whirled one time, two, ten times believing with the most powerful cells of my imagination that I could and I had to create my own color . Several more whirls and my eyes noticed something new , something that had never existed before . “Wonderful , my cloud has a color which is neither yellow nor green . It’s not even mixture of purple and pink. It’s new and so bright as the other colors existing in nature and even brighter . “And what should I call this color ? “I thought. The first thing that came into my mind was quite a strange word “It will be called “Pontsyon” Then I took my cloud and spread my color towards the infinite sky . It was so breathtaking . Right after I painted all the colorless clouds with Pontsyon everything was perfect. Then I sat on the clouds looking complacently around me . My imagination was powerful. I thought “Eventually doesn’t everything you desire have to be realized ? Of course ,yes .And the whole Universe will help you realize and materialize your dreams “. “The airplane is landing,” I heard the voice of a stewardess. When I opened my eyes there was a cloud-shaped air balloon in my hands a part of which was painted with Pontsyon. “I don’t want to land ,” I shouted . Everyone in the plane started to laugh sincerely. “Where did you get that balloon ? you didn’t have it a few minutes ago “ asked the kind old man sitting next to me . “From the sky. I’ve created it from clouds “ “Then take your balloon , colors and clouds and fly” “I will” I opened the window , looked down, no clearness was seen :so we were still very high. I hung my legs out the window and seeing that my colors hadn’t disappeared I felt extremely happy . I opened my arms wide , closed my eyes and leaped into the unknown . I was weirdly hugging the clouds . Only this hadn’t been enough in my wild life . I was flying down swinging like a feather, obeying the wind . Seemed like my colors were pouring into the nut-colored corneas of my eyes giving me more colorful dreams. I knew that those colors were now very deep in my soul. They were reflected on the opposite side of the mirror of my mind . They drew new paths in the labyrinth of my imagination. I was feeling free than ever and was so obsessed with that view that I had forgotten about the balloon . I was perfectly flying even without it and It seemed like I would never fall. So I hung it on one of the clouds on my way being sure that someday somebody would need it . When I looked down a magical view appeared in front of me . Some more seconds And I would be on the beach . I closed my eyes for the last time to enjoy “the live of the air” . When I opened my Eyes I was standing on the floor . I started to walk on the warm sand . One step, two steps , three ... I realized that my colors hadn’t vanished , they were materialized , mixed with nature . I smiled , started running on sand ... ...one step, two steps , three and I noticed that I was in an island ... ... An unknown island where I could have never been taken to by the plane I jumped from ...