Reaching Cloud Nine while in the air may seem an illusion, but not when you are reaching the mesmerising cloud nine through the beauty in the shape of the cloud, then you will have a better understanding of the beauty the cloud holds.
Beauty they say is in the eye of the beholder. The beauty of the cloud in the sky knows no bounds, but its better when it sets its hands to touch you. The feelings of these beauty envelops you and suddenly shoots you faster into cloud Nine, hanging with the thin air of euphoria.
The mind, body, soul and spirit can only see the present cloud. Until you have reached out and ‘surpassed’ your present cloud, you will never know how beautiful the sky is after the clouds.
Looking out of the windows on the flight from Dublin, Republic of Ireland to Iceland, via London, all I could see were beauty in the shape of clouds. The blue and white mix of the assembly of clouds moving from one place to the other.
As the clouds happily gather in different places over the skies, all shifting and shaking hands while obeying the orders of nature.
Nature calling out and ordering the formation of the clouds. “Move here, hold hands, gather here, cover here, etc.” All they did was to obey the lovely but commanding voice of nature, as it tries to utilise its powers to protect the sun and the rains from battering the inhabitants of the Towns, Villages, Cities and Nations below its area of jurisdiction and coverage.
Can the Cloud smile?
As I looked out, I saw one cloud waving and smiling at me, as if beckoning me to stay and watch them do their job without hindrances.
I could even see my face in one. I could see, feel and touch its spread out hands, so close yet very far away from me.
As I journey on. I couldn’t but stop and ponder on how great the Creator is; how He has taken His time to shape and carve out every inch of nature.
It must be very morally wrong not to appreciate our Maker, and to think that we can do it all alone, you really have to think more than once.
As I pondered and wondered on my thoughts, the Captain In his lovely and majestic voice announced the approach of our destination. Who am I not to listen to him? After all my life and that of all other passengers aboard this flight have been in the hands of his expertise in the entire journey.
You’ll never know how time flies when you are having fun, and to think that the fun was all a mental interpretation of some wonderful things going on in your mind, makes it all fantastic.
Written on a Flight from Dublin, Republic of Ireland to Iceland via Heathrow Airport, London.