the pink cloud for me was when I was wearing those darn rose coloured glasses in early sobriety and believed that everything in my world was going to be a soft monet painting filled with happy events, succes stories, hugs and pastel light simply because I got sober.
Then, I took off the rose colored glasses, and monet it was not.
however, it is still way lighter, prettier and more hugful than the dark dreary days of depression and drinking. the pink clouds come and go. along with all other kinds of weather.