Whoosh...

I love contrail weather.  I could happily watch the jet art all day long.  Like the marks a figure skater leaves on the ice, they are trails of grace.  (Please don't tell me it's not good for the environment.) 

There's something about watching a jet cutting a path through the sky that leaves me feeling slightly breathless and waiting, wishing for a sonic boom...one of the joy-filled memories of growing up near a naval air station.