Being on a plane is as close as we can get to roam the sky.
I've been wondering how would the clouds felt between my fingers since I was a child. Maybe soft, like cotton? A little textured like cotton candy?
I guess I'd never know, would I.
Unless mankind took another giant leap again.
No one really knows what the future holds. But for now, I'm happy being surrounded by mountains of cotton pillows with you.
—From me, who will be here beside you to watch that leap together
