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So, I just got back from a two-days trip to Kuta Beach, Bali. It was not as exciting as I had hoped, maybe partly because it was not holiday. I spent the entire daytime strolling along the beach, and to the places unknown, Basically, I just walked anywhere without directions, randomly, without guidance. I might get lost, and I did, but I consider it as a discovery process. Picture it like this, if you came across a strange place, you’re interested to know better about the place, what would you choose, follow a fixed path and guided to points of interests, or let that abstract brain of yours go wild and explore the place yourself? I think I’d personally choose the second one. Anyway, I estimated that I have walked like 25 kms that day. Too bad I didn’t bring a camera, although the beach itself is quite boring, there’s some cool places I found along the way.

Regarding the post title, it refers to the clouds in the sky that, during the flight, you sliced through and be above it. That typical chunk of condensed air sometimes gives me the creeps, and various other emotions on other places. I don’t know, at some places, if I look to the sky I can feel this “stir” up my spine or something I can’t describe. Sometimes it’s more like happiness, sometimes sadness, and once I feel anger or that kind of emotion.That particular “sensation” also applies to mists. Especially, thick mists.

When I was in high school, the dorm was located between two rivers, and was very misty at times. The mosque and classrooms are located on higher ground and the only access to them is by a ridiculously long stair, and when the area is covered in thick mist, I felt, a simple walking through the staircases like that, to be almost divine. And I once climbed a mountain for a week, back and forth, to the top, just for two purposes, to bathe in thick mist, and see the clouds from above.

There’s something in the clouds. And mists too.