While hiking through the woods, I am having a Rachel Carson “silent
spring” moment. It’s early fall, nature is still beautiful, albeit a bit
dry. There are no birds chirping, no squirrels, no snakes, just an
annoying horse fly and a few mosquitoes. The fern gully is bone dry; all
ferns have turned rusty brown from lack of rain. I finally spot a few
small fishes darting about in the yellowish creek water.
The sky
is blue for now but crisscrossed by grey and white trails that don’t
disappear at all like vapors do but dissipate and blend hours and hours
later into a strangely colored mist with blue-grey edges that blanket
the sky. What is this? Why are the trails so perfectly parallel in both
directions and intersecting like a chess board? Why would a plane
maneuver in this grid pattern if it’s flying the shortest distance
possible to a specific destination?
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