Flying always makes me feel at home. It’s in between the puffy clouds, in the soft air of the immaterial world of heaven that I feel blissfully peacefully. Isn’t it strange? That somewhere up above, so distant yet so near, can give us such a profound sense of stillness? There, in that haven, there is nothing but the endless and the timeless. There, in between the clouds, there is absolutely nothing but the imensity of the formless…. it touches my heart and gives a profound sense of freedom… but then, always too fast to come, it’s time to come back home, to the grounds of earth. Not without leaving some fragments of myself there… in that boundless dimension that touches the soul.