The first time I remember flying above the clouds I was eight years old. We left a grumpy, grey day below but above the clouds I couldn't believe what I saw -- an enchanting world of blue, white and gold -- a beautiful, sunny day! I guess I've had a bit of a thing for that cloudy realm ever since, not in a religious sense, I just think it would make for a lovely place to hang out from time to time.
I thought these colours were kind of funky and upbeat. It all came out a bit "care bears" in the end but I stand by my choice!