This is a collection of short melodies, inspired from looking at the clouds all over the world. Have a taster below.
Arrival at 5AM
Your plane touches down after an overnight east-bound flight as dawn appears at the horizon. Slightly dazed you step out of the plane and onto the tarmac. Where to go next? Is this Africa?
In the clouds
It feels light, bounces around, up in the air, goes around, floats by.
Gliding above a field of white clouds, the sunlight bounces off them and through her window on 3A. She closes her eyes and stretches her legs in La Première. The menu, please.
The sky is dressing up in the colours handed out by the morning sun. You watch. You breathe. You soak it up. You try to understand the beauty.