There’s no better bliss to reach the eyes than that of a mystical cloud. Obviously, clouds are one of my favourite things about looking up to the sky. Ever since I was a little girl, it has been a dream of mine to touch the clouds, float around them and be this beautiful; and I’ve been super lucky to touch the clouds for the very first time this summer. Clouds, to me, represent clusters of mysterious thoughts and stories; because, although all clouds are is water that flows through the sky, every water drop that has reached the clouds has an origin, a storyline. Whether it came from a warm warm lake in Interlaken, or a swimming pool on a sunny day in Riyadh; and whether it lands on a baby on their first day of school, or a man who’s just lost his mother, clouds are so connected to us humans.