The last time I flew, which was a little over two months ago, the sky was so cloudy. It wasn’t just the usual cloudy day. It was extraordinarily cloudy, like cloudy cloudy if you get what I mean. There was this moment when we practically flew right into this huge mass of white vapor. It so happened that I had a window seat. So to supplement the moment, I stuck my face on the window pane to get a better view of the outside. All I could see was white. Pure cottony white. For a second there, I literally felt like I was flying and my face was swimming in a sea of wispy clouds. It was magical.