Silver Wings

There is something fascinating to me about contrails. Maybe I love them because they let me be a child again; they allow my imagination to roam freely with no bounds. I stand there, looking 35,000 feet skyward, and wonder where they're going, and if I've ever been there...or more importantly, if I will ever go.

I'm not much of a country music fan, but this reminds me of the song, "Silver Wings," by Merle Haggard.