On a Cloudy Night

I've never dreamt I was flying, or that I was able to float, but when I was young, my Dad had a pilot's license and I vividly remember flying through a low cloud. He let me stick my hand out a little vent window. The feeling of moisture and cool air rushing between my fingers was a lovely thing, perhaps that's why I have such a fascination with them.

I'm still not absolutely sure I like this color scheme, but *shrugs* when a few weeks perspective fails to resolve the issue, it may be best just to press on xD