The mood of the masses is heavy and brooding, everything and everyone is jostling in the same crowded layer. Waiting and wondering, ebbing and flowing with the tide as the wind gusts and slows across the bay. Each surge of air bringing the threat of an outburst and downpour.
It is clustered and claustrophobic in that space, no room for a full breath or for dreams to be dreamt and brought to actuality. A few limber up and loosen their joints, annoying their neighbours but needing the movement. They've spotted the brilliant blue space above them and decide to expand into the sparsely populated vastness. It takes courage, they could just stay with the grumbling hubbub where freedom is a pipedream and original thought is initially welcomed but curtailed when change is broached.
So they gird their loins and break free, feeling their own beauty and movement in their ascent, the light accentuating and caressing shapes they never knew they had.