Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie or other critters.

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Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012


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.



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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