I love clouds. When I was 3, we went on a holiday to Spain, it was the first time I remember being in an aeroplane. I really wanted to reach out of the window and touch the clouds. I couldn’t believe that I wouldn’t be able to do that! They were like cotton candy, floating gently and I thought I would be able to climb out and sit on them, like a giant duvet.

In 2011, on the way from Malaysia to Java, when things were tough, the clouds in the sky were so dramatic. One was shaped like a dragon, one was shaped like an eagle. There was a lightning storm in the distance. It was incredible to see a storm from that perspective, almost as if I could float over there and dissolve into it. On the way back, the sky was vivid blue, and small white clouds dotted the sky. As far up and down and in all directions that I could see, thousands of small clouds floated, all similar sizes, each one like a magical island hung by a thread. A completely different sky. My 3 year old self would have loved it.