"Dirty/My Third Dream" -Ben Lee

I'm standing in the river, facing the current.
The water weaves around my knees. My hands are dirty with caked on mud, and so I bend down and let them be washed by the rippling rapids.
I look up to the sky, and the sunlight glints in my eyes. I shield my face from the gleam with my hand, and I can clearly see all the clouds in the sky.
They're dancing, they're playing. Alive; animals. People, magic. I've seen clouds rolling through the blue before, but never animated like what was above me.
A boy and a girl leap from cumulus to cumulus, swaying to the rhythm as they land.