I’m sitting in my car, starring at the moon through the sunroof. Dragon-tailed clouds wisp around it, passing it between them like a translucent ball. Their playful rolling makes me smile until they disperse as a plane passes through them. Because of it’s angle in the sky and the thick contrails it looks like a spaceship blasting off. I wish that it was and that I were aboard. I would play with the dragon-tails and circle the moon in its orbit upside down while counting the craters. And I would only come back to visit.