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.
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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. :-)
What a cool thought! Never thought that!
Me too! I’ve always had fun trying to imagine where there are from and going to.
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