Alone in the land of clouds

I am in Sajek, hundreds of miles away from you, in a deserted land of clouds, where there is no quarrel, only affectionate silence. They call it the Kingdom of Clouds, located at one end of Rangamati. A kingdom it is, full of small and big high mountains with clouds flowing above them. In the right season, if you reach high enough, they will come to visit you and fall apart at your gentlest touch. I have never seen such beauty before. How I wish you were here, so that I could sit next to you and see the raft of clouds with my hands holding yours and in between the spaces would be thousands of words— said and unsaid. We could watch the sun saying goodbye, making way for the night to arrive.