trailing

I think I am forgetting what the sky looks like at any time but night. One morning this week, I had to wait a while for the bus and I actually did see some sky, with two planes pulling jet trails across it. I love jet trails. They make me want to go places. In only two homes in my adult life have I looked up at jet trails and not silently called out, "Take me with you!" Those were Rwanda and Liberia - the rest of the time, I have wanted to be on a plane most days. 

Not that flying is any fun anymore, not in this country. It's still pretty fun internationally. It's always going to be fun to sit in Amsterdam with crowds of people heading home to everywhere in the world, checking monitors for flights to Islamabad and Beijing and Johannesburg.