Trails

When I was little, these trails in the sky fascinated me.  The planes making them (and boy, was it a letdown finding that out) were so high that I couldn't see them.  It was magic.  Those white lines simply appeared and then melted away.  I loved looking at them, marveling at them, and I'm still to this day hit with a wave of happiness and wonder when I see them.

Comments

Bridget said…
I was always mystified by them, and decided they appeared magically. Then one day I actually say a plane with trails following it. What a disappointment. But like you, I still enjoy seeing them. :-)
kathy b said…
What a cool thought! Never thought that!
Lorette said…
Me too! I’ve always had fun trying to imagine where there are from and going to.

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