somewhere between williams and willows on interstate 5 in california. the sun has just set. i find it striking that on of the things reflecting the sun's last rays was a vapor trail off some southbound jet plane. i wonder where it came from, where it's going, if i know somebody on board.
we've all become more conscious of planes this fall, i think. or maybe i'm the only one. who knows?
i think i'm going to eventually title a story "North of the Sun." dunno what it'll be about yet.