Castle in the Sky

I loved how serene mornings were. You could walk the streets for hours, your only sense of direction being the street lights casting their dim glow on the street. Dusk illuminated the blimps high up in the air, even higher than we were, attached to buildings and walls and whatnot. Whether or not it was fog or smog I'd grown so accustomed to, you could hardly see 3 feet in front of 'ya until it cleared out, but it made the temperature feel mighty cooler. Best of all, however, everyone was asleep. No one to ask me anythin' or insult my father nor anything else I loathed so much about the day, no sir. Just me and my hovergear, gliding in the cast shadows of the blimps above.