Nobody heard them, the Zeppelins ghosting over the Alps like overstuffed marshmallows. They travelled by moonlight, celestial misfits and cosmic ragamuffins. Some said, it powered them. I didn’t believe the stories, though. Who would’ve? They drifted over my Munich apartment intangible hands waving goodbye. I believed then. How I believed!

via 50 Word Stories: Intangible Travellers — Richard M. Ankers