Premiere: Ludwig A.F. – Sky

The clouds passed by ever so slowly as he watched from the window of the aeroplane. It were as if they had been painted atop a dense blue backdrop, a constant presence against which they might float. He knew that they must move, burst or vanish at some point but for now they were happy floating above the noisy world below, happy in ignorant bliss of the wild west down there.

There was something to be said about the sky, for the birds found it to be home, a place to escape when things get a little too loud.

As they weaved and wandered between the clouds, he wondered if it might be better to stay up here, rather than return to earth.