I have an insatiable desire to sit on a cloud, right at this very moment. From my window there is a view of a tauntingly plush smattering of clouds. Goodness, how I would love to get up on one of them and lie down on it. Can you imagine- basking in the comfort of unobstructed sunlight? 'Twould be fantastic.
I have another idea. Could you think of much else better than swimming in deep, blue water, without the inhibition of not being able to breathe? I become way too excited when I think of this. I picture a dark blue, endless ocean of water- fresh- cool- unpolluted. And then I picture myself, elated, tumbling about- breathing- underwater. Free. Honestly, in my own eyes, this thought embodies one of the many heights of physical freedom.
What impossible things do you imagine on warm, cricket-chirping, white cloud-ridden days?