Fluffy things are cute, but to much fluff is a turn of for me. But on a weird note, rereading old journal entries makes you think what the heck you were thinking! I mean, reading old ones later in life makes you either nostalgic or annoyed that you wrote something that makes no sense to yourself in the present. I wonder if clouds are fluffy or wet? They probably are wet, and only fluffy and ride able if magic is involved.