freedom's just another word for...?

I catch myself looking at the sky a lot, and I'm not entirely sure why. It amazes me, I suppose. Watching clouds moving the slightest bit per minute. Only they don't recognize time, the just move freely, carried by the wind. Unsure of how fast they're going, clueless of the busying streets below their bellies. No worries and nothing but the wind and the sun hitting their faces. Amazing. I envy the clouds.