Closer to heaven (Darjeeling)

I looked from behind the misty glass of the car window as the clouds passes me by. Is it a dream or am I being fooled? I wasn't sure what to make of it at first. I was sure it was all fog and the driver was just playing a trick on us. I mean, how can there ever be clouds when I'm still on the ground, driving at a speed of exactly 50 mph? To set things straight and prove that we were indeed stuck with fog I lowered the window and stuck my hands to feel the humid mist. I couldn't believe what was happening. I stuck my hand out but the mist didn't wet my hands but brushed past my hands like a feather. My jaw dropped to the ground and my heart somersaulted. With tears in my eyes, I realized that I was in fact among the clouds, closer to heaven.