A life that would truly make me happy, at least from my human perspective, is to have my home made up of the most billowing, beautiful, white clouds anyone ever saw. Such as the way you imagined clouds would feel like when you were a kid. As for travel, I would fly all day in different motions, speeds, and positions to figure out every single angle in order to perfect my flight. I’d play, laugh, and discover every piece of Earth in my path. I’d climb mountains, relax near small rivers, and nap in tall grass under the hot sun. This would ideally be the perfect, most relaxing way to spend my life.
I can definitely understand why animals are said to experience their own deep spiritual moments with themselves; how could they not with some of the experiences they receive by spending every moment in the great out doors?