flying over the winter clouds
I can never get enough of the clouds view when I am on an airplane. I always have my camera ready when the plane soars high and over the clouds. Different forms and figures conceived in my mind while wondering how it is to touch a bit of it. Is it weird of me to think things like this?
When I saw this cotton clouds (kind of), the feeling was beyond explanation. I wish I could stretch out my hand through the window and feel it’s softness within. But that was way too imaginative. The eyes were my only witnesses to that magical sight on a winter flight.
A pessimist only sees the dark side of the clouds, and mopes; a philosopher sees both sides and shrugs; an optimist doesn’t see the clouds at all – he’s walking on them. ~ Leonard L.Levinson ~