I think I’ve spent most of my life with my head in the clouds. I’m always daydreaming about something. Usually boys. But once upon a time, my mind ran wild with daydreams of other worlds and secret staircases. The whimsy my imagination could muster up was guaranteed to keep boredom at bay. Oh to be young again. If I could go back and do it again, I wouldn’t change a thing – except, perhaps, my bedroom decor. So yes, I’m thinking clouds today, folks. Fluffy, puffy, white and gray clouds.