Hoshor Plains en tu propio eje, y sin camiseta, te gusta dar vueltas como los planetas

milo - residente

Remi was a lover of the simple stuff. 
Of the way that clouds ebbed across the sky and merged together to form figures that mimmicked what was on earth and what could only reside in the imagination of those who dared to dream while being awake. Leaving the mountain behind for now, Remi broke into a trot that quickly turned into a gallop.
Feeling the wind against his face was another of life's small pleasures Remi could simply not live without.

After a couple of minutes, with his tongue already hanging limply from his mouth, Remi halted to a sudden stop. He looked around as if he was looking for something. Something that, judging by the smile that drew itself across his face, he sopn found.
The place was perfect.

Without even seeming to hesitate, Remi let himself fall to the ground, then, he flipped over so that his paws were reaching the clouds instead of feeling the ground. 
Above him a seashell shaped cloud danced around.