There is something magical about flying through clouds. They look so solid, but they’re not. It’s impossible to be sure about their edges….where does a cloud begin? Where does it end? Despite their absence of a solid nature they make pretty impressive shadows on the Earth below. And they are in a state of constant becoming, perpetual change.
I saw these particular ones above the Garonne as the plane was landing in Bordeaux carrying me to the next big chapter of Life.
I love the moments when you’re flying through the clouds on a plane. They’re amazing.