Lately, I've been watching the sun go down while I'm on my deck.
One day, I noticed a couple of high flying planes headed west & leaving contrails.
At sunset, the contrails turn bright pink, orange, and red.
It's really pretty to see them, and it takes my mind off things.
I realized the other day, I live right between 2 flight paths. One heads east, the other west.
I have noticed a lot of planes lately, and it gives me something to do while the sun sets.
Did you ever get the feeling you're over Analytical?Ever wonder why those trails are pink? Wonder what chemicals are hidden by the beauty of color? Wonder how much is re-fractal ice formation? Wonder how barometric pressure and prevailing win alter the vapor to possibly hint of weather to come. Or just be glad to still see and partake in life?