I’m looking up and in the sky there is the shiny glint of a jet airplane caught in the sun’s grasp, pushing silently east; I’m thinking there are four hundred people going somewhere else. I’m hoping that most of them realise the freedom of being 38,000 feet up and headed somewhere new.
Anik See, from A Taste for Adventure
I've been noticing the vapor trails jets leave behind lately. So many planes pass over Belgium on their way to someplace else. So many.
Last night, a sliver of a moon showed up early, the sky was blue but with a rose-tint, the one that appears in the sunset hours. I pointed my camera up from my seat here by the window and took a series of photographs.
I think I captured something of what was out there ...