I’ve had this habit since I was little of staring at the clouds for long hours .. I loved how they were shaped into bunnies and pets .. and how they sketched anything that can cross my mind into one shape and transform into another everytime I looked up at them … they were puffy … and pure.. and I could never resist the urge to reach out and touch them .. I loved how the sunlight tries to penetrate them with its beautiful rays .. I love how they sometimes make the sky seem as if it has been brushed .. and how they along with , the brilliant colors of the sun and the sky at sunset form a breath taking piece of art .. It used to take me away for along time .. and never was there a dull moment ..

       I remember one time I was flying and I looked out the window and saw an amazing set of very thick cotton-candy like clouds .. it was right there next to me.. a window apart , and all I can think of was : “Wow if I can only get out that plane and walk on that cloud .. and maybe dance no , hop from one cloud to another .. and if I can grab a handful of this one right there .. and place it on my lips and see what it tastes like .. does it taste like morning due or is it like cotton candy .. is it like whipping cream .. or does it taste like the rain .