My favorite thing about flying.

It's not the snack mix or the child sized cup of pop, or even the WestJet song we were serenaded with tonight - it is the clouds. Both flights this weekend were from cloudy city to cloudy city. As you climb through the air you leave the dreary, gray light and disappear into white. And if you are lucky - as we were on the way home tonight - it is not a solid band of clouds but there are gaps. There were empty pockets of space so you could see the other clouds and their shapes and levels. And then you burst through and it is like a fluffy carpet - and in this case the sun was setting so they were glowing pink. It is fascinating to me the different ways clouds are shaped - and how soft they look. And from above, no matter how thick and gray below, they don't look that menacing. The sun is out and it is like you could run around on the layer of cotton candy.