Man-Made Imagination

I like the clouds that get left behind by jets. The ones that streak across the entire sky, where the natural clouds can fill in the gaps and create a new image.
Like lines of music, and the clouds are the notes. Or a race track for them to follow.
Hell, even skywriting can be onomatopoeia.

It’s almost like man-made imagination.

The only shame
Is that the pilots will never know, during those long stretches across the sky those, while we’re down here, living in the quiet moments on the ground, just how inspiring they were to us.