With my mother enjoying her eighth Motherâs Day in heaven, I canât help but stare up into the clouds when I think of her these days. In fact, one afternoon while I was out pulling spring weeds, I decided to take a short break and lay back in the grass and enjoy a little cloud gazing for a spell, and she immediately came to mind. Watching the clouds stroll by I got excited when I saw one that looked a lot like a heart, and caused me to whisper quietly, âHope youâre floating Cloud Nine, Mom!â Gazing dreamily at the clouds, my mind began to wonder about the term, âCloud Nine,â which compelled me to look it up.