The clouds looks like endless fields of comfort,
as if they cushioned and protected that machine. Though the idea of if the machine, Were to actually fall, it would slip through the cracks. Yet we still climb aboard and jump with excitement of the
Next adventure, or homecoming. Most people see planes in the sky, and think of something sad, someone leaving. But when I Look in the sky and see that large piece floating above, I think of someone going home, I smile, and watch them open their arms.