The sky has its own roads traveled day and night carrying passengers across the country. These two contrails marked a crossing of these roads by planes separated by minutes and many miles, yet they left their tracks temporarily framed by trees from our point of view. I wish their travelers well.
Retired physician with interests in writing, photography, music, and astronomy. I have written multiple stories of life experiences, travel, and astronomy, and have been playing the ukulele for 10 years. My wife Fairy and I travel frequently to the Pacific Islands of Hawaii, and French Polynesia, and I have learned several of their native-language songs.
This blog will be a forum to share experiences with family and friends.
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