Heaven

There can be as many interpretations of heaven as there are people on this earth. maybe even more. Even I have some picture imaginations of heaven. One of them is running and dancing through the pure white clouds...like snow or like unspun cotton...clear blue sky over them...and calm cool breeze flowing steadily. I often dream that i am running through this bliss talking to the clouds....there is no one else, no worries, no fear, no dissatisfaction, nothing...just me and heaven. Whenever i board a flight, the most enjoyable part is when the plane flies over the clouds and through. Somehow this view reminds me of my heaven. Its always a pleasure to fly through clouds. I enjoy myself. A pure and simple smile surrounds me. I often feel, then, that i am really in heaven.