Ambient temperature on planet earth produces clouds that raise the dew point. Scientifically this is the gist of a cloud, yet I see a cloud as a cotton ball unfurled and unencumbered resembling cotton candy undyed, bleached white sometimes in the hue of gray like storm clouds caught amongst shades of blue sky.  I quell the unrest of flying with the cloud surfing that I do when I gaze out a window.  Searching for a face or space to fill the frame. I am a cloud surfer and I long to surf in the clouds, living in a home with an unobstructed view is one way to surf without flying.