Just based on the title, you’re probably thinking about the last time you soared to cloud 9 and lived life in slow motion for a minute. Where you were zoned out so bad, your feet felt glued to the floor. Eyes so low, they might as well be closed. Where it all made sense. That happy place where the goofy smile can’t be erased from your face. Jumping off trees with red hairs, swinging from branch to branch like a flying squirrel. Especially, if you’re in California.
We’ll see you in the clouds folks.