I have never been able to see "horsies" and "duckies" in clouds from below them. However, as I flew back to Nashville last weekend, I rode above the clouds and saw these magnificent sights:
A small snow child bent in concentration over her marshmellow houses
A light puffy carpet of clouds connected by wispy gauze on which I could imagine God stepping out of his throne to survey his universe below
gigantic of pieces of ice floating on a sea of navy blue
I don't know that Wilbur and Orville knew what their creation would become, but I do know that they too would marvel at the sights above the clouds.
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