It was a very rare sight.

She was looking at the only place where the water and the sky met. One, endless wall of blue that stood right in front of her was all that she could see.

She was the only one who knew about it of course. Something like this wasn't to be advertised.

She also knew that the sky and the water didn't actually meet, obviously. Simply not being able to see clouds or a horizon of land created the effect.

But still, it was a marvel to behold.

She often sat on the thin strip of sand that broke out between the forest and the ocean and stared out at the endless, bright blue.

She gelt safe with the canyon walls on either side of the valley. Her own little safe haven, sitting on the beach of the valley forest, looking at where the sky and the water met.

One day when she came, she could immediately tell something was wrong. There was a large, grey cloud approaching her little haven, that broke the endless sky effect.

It had never done this before, and the cloud could easily be identified as a storm cloud. It was ginormous.

It didn't make sense to her. The way the valley was shaped, the wind would always move clouds away. It had like a protective barrier, so no cloud ever blemished the sky.

She stood and looked out, as birds flew from the forest behind her out of the valley. A huge mass of multicolored birds clouded the sky, even covering up the actual cloud for a moment.

She knew this was a very bad sign. She needed to get to shelter.

But before that could happen, the ground began shaking. She sat back down and held onto a tree to stay up at the ground continued to quake with increasing intensity.

She looked around fearfully, eying the cloud and almost glaring at it and it came closer.

Before the rain that was pouring down from it could reach the sane, though, it began going down in the sky. It didn't get any further way, it just sank (seemingly) into the water, and suddenly the water and sky were whole again.

The shaking stopped as well, and she felt wind whipping at her and threatening to tear her off the ground as it came from all directions.

She began to have difficulty breathing, and she put the pieces together.

Her valley had broken away from the land.

She was sitting on a flying island, that seemed to be held aloft by nothing but air.

Her jaw dropped and she looked around as the air suddenly stopped getting thinner, and began getting more normal again. So they were lowering.

The scenery didn't change but the wind died down a bit, as the now-island stopped moving. It was now just a gentle and constant crossbreeze.

She set out to the highest point of one side of the valley.

When she got there, the wind was much more violent, like the first time it came. She looked down, and saw that the water from the lake was running off the edge into the ocean a good distance below, and there seemed to be streams running off the island and following suit.

Some of the smaller streams didn't make it all the way to the bottom due to the powerful wind turning it to must before it could meet with the ocean.

She was mesmerized, and trapped on this flying island, but she didn't mind.

She didn't know why or how it happened, but she was happy.

She was very happy living on her flying island in her valley, where the water met the sky.

I know it's choppy, but it was from a while ago just sitting on my phone. Figured I night as well.