a sea of clouds

My first plane journey was to Jersey, when I was nine. I was overwhelmed then by the sense of going through and then being above the clouds. Here I am, fifty-five years - and goodness knows how many flights - later, with exactly the same sense of awe. How can that be us, humans, looking down at the clouds below?
Good journey, everything remarkably on time. Left the villa at 9am, arrived home just before 5pm. Takeaway curry, early night. All is well.