Clouds carry the memories of your past as they watch you walk through a valley of flowers with the sun shining on your face in the present.

Clouds fill the ground underneath your feet and lift you up when you turn hope on high.

Clouds await at the top of a mountain for everyday’s climax and adventures to come.

Clouds smell of lavender and endless opportunities, while its brother lightning smells of darkness and unforgivable sins.  

Clouds taste like light pink cotton candy being swirled at a carnival in the 1950s on a beautiful summer night in the countryside.