at some point this morning after i woke up and lay, still blinking, in bed, i looked out of the slanty window and caught a sight which felt at once familiar and as if it was part of a distant memory: a plane streaking diagonally across the sky, leaving behind a long white trail across the cerulean-gray backdrop. the line lingered, its edges choppy and tapered like graphite, for about thirty seconds afterwards before it gradually dissipated.
I just noticed a contrail the other morning and thought to myself, "huh, haven't seen one of those in a while," so we are on same *plane - ha, tho i definitely see them A LOT more than you, just seemed like months since i'd last seen one. . .maybe cuz i'm not looking up as much. Also, regarding writing in the sky, it reminded me of two things: 1) dermatographia and 2) i used to embroider symbols and/or backward writing on pillowcases for loved ones such that if they were a side sleeper, they'd wake up with an imprinted image or message on their cheeks. It's so fun to see what you see!
I just noticed a contrail the other morning and thought to myself, "huh, haven't seen one of those in a while," so we are on same *plane - ha, tho i definitely see them A LOT more than you, just seemed like months since i'd last seen one. . .maybe cuz i'm not looking up as much. Also, regarding writing in the sky, it reminded me of two things: 1) dermatographia and 2) i used to embroider symbols and/or backward writing on pillowcases for loved ones such that if they were a side sleeper, they'd wake up with an imprinted image or message on their cheeks. It's so fun to see what you see!