Cascades

I dream of water. 

Cascades of fluid pouring over cliff after cliff in their unceasing journey

always traveling downhill, always to the ocean. 

I dream of air. 

Cascades of invisible material swirling in itricate patterns and shapes 

never to be seen, always moving. 

Cascading, flowing, shifting, spiraling

puffing, changing, traveling, switching. 

I dream of cascades. Cascades of fluid, 

never stopping. 

Always Cascading.