A contrail graced the sky in morning darkness
Hung over Venus, under Orion
Persisted through twilight
Stretched, twisted, and morphed into dawn
Birthed contrails at sunrise
Contrail conspiracies are made of these

Cranes roosting in the shallows at twilight

Jake at south beach

Cranes

I doubt this tree will be standing tomorrow morning

Through the portal once again. This is closer to how dark it is when I walk through, spirits clawing at my jacket as I pass through.

Geese in the distance in view of the expanding contrail.

Back at south beach

Sunrise

Doppel

Spunk: “Whoa! Those contrails are scary!”

Not a cloud or contrail in the sky at sunset.