Early last evening I walked in the depth of my valley. The setting sun had dropped beyond my line of visibility, but most of the sky above me was cloudless and blue.
I watched a jet, with its con-trail, punching its way dramatically up from the west in such a steep climb it looked to be heading directly for space.
If the sunset itself was hiding behind a high, leafy treeline, it had infused the jet's con-trail with every bit of its gleaming pink neon.
Racing upward through the blue, the jet appeared to be dragging a "baby-pink" banner along!
Beautiful. Unusual. Somehow a bit sissy-ish? Would a macho top-gun pilot approve of this pink-and-blue color scheme?
Whether or not....
R.A.T. (Rose About Town) was glad to be there for the moment.