Yesterday, as we were flying from Málaga back to Germany, I found myself gazing out the window, completely mesmerized by the clouds. They stretched endlessly like a vast, white ocean, shifting and swirling in soft waves. In that moment, I remembered the first time I saw clouds up close—the time I teared up, overwhelmed by their beauty. Even now, after many flights, that feeling hasn’t faded. Seeing a sea of clouds, being above them, or watching the airplane glide through them still fills me with happiness. It feels like stepping into another world, one where everything is light, free, and untouched.
What strikes me the most every time is their softness—an illusion of something tangible yet untouchable. From a distance, they look like cotton, so thick and fluffy that it seems like you could walk on them. But the truth is, they are just water vapor, drifting effortlessly through the sky. Logic doesn’t take away their magic, though. Being within them, surrounded by mist and light, feels almost dreamlike. It’s a reminder of how small we are in this vast world and yet how lucky we are to witness such breathtaking sights.
Clouds tell stories with their ever-changing forms. Some are wispy and delicate, stretching like thin threads across the sky. Others are towering and dense, carrying the weight of an impending storm. The sun plays with them, painting them in golden hues at sunrise and setting them on fire with deep reds and purples at sunset. At night, they glow under the moonlight, floating like silent watchers over the world. No matter how many times I see them, they never lose their wonder.
More than just part of the weather, clouds connect us all. The same clouds I admired above Spain might drift over another country tomorrow, changing shape and touching new lives. They bring rain to nourish the earth, shade to cool a hot day, and storms to remind us of nature’s power. They are fleeting, always moving, yet somehow always there—an ever-present part of the sky that carries both peace and mystery.
Watching clouds is like listening to a silent melody. Whether lying on the grass and searching for shapes or staring out of an airplane window as they surround me, they always bring a sense of calm. Even in the busiest moments, a glance upward is enough to feel at ease, as if the clouds themselves are whispering that everything is exactly as it should be. Their gentle drifting reminds me to let go, to trust the journey, and to embrace the unknown with the same ease that they float across the sky.
Every time I see clouds from above, I feel grateful. Yesterday’s flight was no different—it brought me back to that first moment of awe, to the tears in my eyes when I realized just how beautiful the world can be. No matter how many times I fly, that feeling remains. In a world full of noise and rush, clouds remain serene, weightless, and free. And for just a moment, looking at them, I feel the same.
