I suspect it was supposed to be one of those clear cloudless blue sky winter days. Just guessing.

Early in the morning, I noticed out my window the tracks of contrails, those condensation trails left behind jets flying across the sky. One plane, a tiny image far away, was climbing straight up, crossing another trail to make a cross in the sky. Hours later, I was driving out of town, when I reached a place where I could see a wide open expanse with huge designs that made me pull over. Why didn’t I bring my camera? But thanks to my ever handy phone I kept stopping to capture the show. IMG_0006 IMG_0007As I drove further, I saw designs all around me, every direction. The fact is that there really didn’t seem to be any real clouds in the sky, only the fluffy condensation from the contrails. There were more and more. When I thought the sky was saturated, I noticed tiny lines forming new trails, which puffed out into the mass I was seeing.IMG_0008It never stopped for the hour I was driving.IMG_0011There would be an X in the sky in front of me…IMG_0013Or another burst of sky drawing. Why was the one line so wiggly?IMG_0014Several hours later, I returned, thinking the patterns were slowing down, but saw one after another, with a final curve before I returned home.IMG_0019I never did see anything that looked like a natural cloud, only the contrail masses. I have no idea why there were so many on that day. There are those paranoid theories of the government plot to mess up our universe with chemtrails, but these seemed very innocent. There was something so joyous about the designs, like the pilots were children playing with a blank canvas of sky. It was amazingly fun to watch, incredibly beautiful, and made for a very happy drive.

Happy Contrails to you…until we meet again.