Growing up my father was a pilot (not commercial) so we spent quite a bit of time as a family in small airplanes. I remember looking out the window down on the clouds and asking my mother if we could get out and play on them. Of course she told me that wasn't possible, but I didn't believe her. So I kept on imagining. That's one of the things I think about when I look at the new picture I just posted up above.
(The song is actually Dance of the Lambs by harpist Kim Robertson)