Be prepared to squint. No, these aren’t narrow bands of nimbus, not accidental letters formed by clouds. There is a plane in the sky spewing this script. Saw this yesterday somewhere in the sky twixt Newport and Power House, a sky writer. I can’t remember the last time I saw something like that, I don’t think ever round these parts. The pilot didn’t mean to scribble. There was just enough breeze, especially the closer you get to the stratosphere, that legibility just couldn’t be maintained. Or maybe skywriting is such a lost art that the pilot couldn’t manage the words. What do you call illegible skywriting – air pollution? But it’s like life sometimes feels, racing to get your message out but that message evaporates so quickly that it makes no sense, disappearing before you even finish.
Monday, October 10, 2011
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