Unsettled weather patterns set clouds at the cruising altitude of a passing airliner. A jet plowed a furrow through the clouds that quickly filled with the contrail left behind. With the sky as the canvas, the airplane’s trail appeared to be the work of a master “con” artist.
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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