As our plane flew over the Gulf of Mexico, we were suddenly flying over the clouds. These clouds were so thick and solid they looked like a field of pristine snow. From that airplane window, the whole world appeared clean and soft. The clouds enveloped our plane as if to embrace our little flying village and to demonstrate its magic. One could forget what was happening in the world below those clouds. Here in the sky there were no wars, no hunger and no disaster. We flew over our beautiful field of clouds for over an hour. I admired those marshmallow clouds, as I listened to the drone of the airplane, and pondered how wonderful it was to live in a perfect and beautiful place, even if it was just for a short amount of time. Just as suddenly as we had flown into the cloud, we emerged out of them into the sunlight of Mexico. Living above the clouds and looking down on a perfect world . . . it’s a good thing!
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