...on my way/to where the air is clean...

Delicate delirium, unwinding in the moment of a shaded cloud.  As the cotton specter passes over, the enamored feeling blushes through.  Such intimacy from a total stranger, a pure gesture of thanks, gratitude begets gratitude and makes the days last longer. So the shadow goes, and the rays of interest illuminate an honest path.  A narrow walkway of humility and thanks.  No destination, merely a happier road, a way of being attractive to fellow souls of blissful compassion.  Like attracts like, so be nice, and be happy.