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I'm a retired teacher turned writer. Ferradiddledumday (my Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story) and Stuck (my middle grade paranormal novel) are available from Cedar Creek Publishing.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Skyroglyphics

This mid-morning, the fog burned away to reveal an incredibly bright day. By afternoon, the sky was filled with jet trails. By evening, when I went to feed the outside critters, the trails had faded to something resembling hieroglyphics.




In the two pictures below, the speckles in the sky are actually a large flock of birds. 


I hoped they'd fly closer so I could get a better picture, but they flew away.


By evening, the skyroglyphics had changed a bit, but they were still visible.





What was their message? I don't know. Maybe they were saying that this bright clear day was coming to an end.
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Blogger Franz X Beisser said...

If you didn't know what those clouds were, truly, you would think the world is going to the dogs. Or maybe you'd hide till they are gone.

6:10 PM  

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