Clouds

Clouds.
We all know what they are.
The fluffy, cotton ball like things that roam our skies.
We love them.
We hate them.
But we always notice them.
Sometimes on nice summer days, we curse them because we want the sun to tan our skin.
On cool fall days, we love them and their fluffy being. So beautiful against the pale blue sky. How they float however they want and wherever they want. Their being is truly free. Wouldn't we love to be up there? Be up there among the cotton and clean air? Where there isn't any sound to disrupt that beautiful moment that you and the clouds have.
Just icy, weightless bliss.
But what if clouds were solid enough to hold us? What if we could just zoom up there with our friends and enjoy a nice little picnic on top of the clouds? Would it be like jumping on a trampoline? Could we bounce around, to and fro, as if we were weightless?
Weightless with no cares in the world?
Maybe there is a castle in the sky. A magical castle that is built out of clouds and floats around.
wouldn't that be something else? I would want to visit that castle.
Befriend the person who owns it.
Because why not?
We all like our clouds anyway.