Soft, squishy sand squeaks gently beneath your feet as you walk across a wide open space of sandy flatlands, a Caribbean blue sky above you with thin, almost translucent clouds highlighting the desert sky. Sand ripples from grains windswept in zephyrus waves appear like tan colored tiger stripes in the gently sloping strands and rolling dunes. In the distance, earthen brown, red clay and sepia toned mountains surround the horizon to the south.

Imagine you are standing at the base of a wide stone staircase inside the walls of a grand palace. You’ve passed under a stone arched domed hallway, exiting the music room where you enjoyed listening to instrumentals of your favorite tunes, and now you are ready to explore the next floor of the Castle in the Clouds.

Your eyes open, and the world above you focuses into a canopy of green leaf sky, with little splinters of sunlight sparking through the breaks between the foliage. A hammock surrounds and engulfs you gently, rocking you back and forth in a slow, barely noticeable swaying. 

You are standing upon the buoyant, springy surface of a bouncing, airborne pillar of earth and soft green grass - the palace grounds of an elaborate castle in the clouds, which is levitating in the cobalt blue sky and surrounded by wisps of white vapor and mist, as if the cumulus clouds keeping the pillar afloat were a field of white, floating high in the atmosphere.

Imagine you are standing in a large airplane hangar, just before sunrise. The large wooden barn style doors are opened wide to the outside, allowing the cool morning air to briskly waft into the space, and you don a cognac leather pilot’s jacket with a wide flap and riveted button closure to keep warm from the weather. Your legs are also toasty warm and comfortable inside almost knee-high aviator boots, laced up with brown string, over comfortable lichen colored tweed trousers. 

You are standing upon a planked, circular platform that is protected by wooden beams and a thatched domed ceiling - a structure that almost resembles a gazebo - were the pavilion stationary. This one has become slowly and safely airborn - a slow moving, platformed lift that is serving as an elevator, bringing you to the top of an elven city in the sky, built into and around the giant trunks of ancient sequoia trees. 

You are standing on a stone pathway in the middle of a tropical jungle. The air around you is warm, temperate, and the perfect temperature for your liking. Stillness surrounds you in the windless serenity of clement forest air in this natural sanctuary - the only sound that can be heard is the buzzing of insects and tropical birds calling lazily in the heat of the late summer evening’s warmth.

It is just a few minutes past 8pm on a late summer evening, and you are standing on the corner of a pleasantly bustling city street, intersected by an urban park. Excitement flutters through you as you clutch two slips of glossy paper in your hands; tickets to an event happening - tonight!

The world opens before you on a partly overcast, misty wintery type day, as you stand at the base of a large, snowy mountain, and the rolling hills and trees that surround the foot and sloping hillsides of this winter blanketed alp.

A lush, summer field fades into view. Rolling hills surround you, with thousands of tall, green grass blades bending slightly in the summer breeze, as it rolls over the flowers and meadowland in rippling waves, as if it were a tall grass sea.