Castle In A Cloud
The sky was peaceful in the early hours of the morning. Calm, slowly beginning to glow brighter and brighter, so disconnected from the world below. Aang floated slowly, practically hovering above a low-lying patch of clouds. He flipped lazily, bending aircurrents underneath the wings of his glider, and suddenly pulled into a steep climb. He broke through another bank of clouds, soaring above them, and stopped in mid-air. For a second he floated in place, as the sun crested above the horizon. For that second, Aang forgot. About Ozai, about the Comet, about Katara, about everything, and was at peace.