sky:  the wizard in his airship, dirigible, balloon of stitches and air lighter than weight of the atmosphere around, sails, propellers, rudders, wings, and the small hollow basket of us and our supplies.  hung below was a huge and convex glass, seen from above it magnified, so we could see silver fish in streams and straws in the hair of farmers and into the square darknesses of chimneys, the wooden figurines in clocktowers.  but from below it made the shape of our ship diminished, so it seemed to the land-bound buggers below us that we were far, far, above, and it amused us to see soldiers in red shielding their squinted eyes with their hands, looking for us way up far in the distance of blue space, when we were close enough, really, to drop kernels of corn down their gaping mouths.