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 ~