Dreams escaping through windows in the light of day, though we chase their tails into the sky. They evade our touch as they dissipate amongst the clouds out of reach. If we are lucky perhaps the rains will fall, weighting those dreams back down to earth for us to hold in our hands. But if the rain fails and the clouds perish, leaving only a blue empyrean above, those dreams will still reunite. We will find them between the stars the next night as we wander in the spaces hidden in the farthest corners of our mind.