In all my favorite movies, and in all my favorite books, there’s this moment that I like to call the cotton candy cloud moment. It’s usually at the beginning, but sometimes a little toward the end, when everything is working out perfectly for the main character. They’re high on life, everything going their way, and they bear an impenetrable smile as they seemingly float through every day on a cloud of fluffy pink and purple sugar. It usually happens right before everything crashes down. That was me. I was having my cotton candy cloud moment.
