winds aloft

As Discovery disappeared over the horizon, the crowd erupted into cheers--applause, shouting. It made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. People started to clear out--it was a Monday morning, and lots of people had gotten up early to see the launch before going to work--but while they did, the sun crept up underneath the horizon, and its rays started to march down the towering contrail. Twenty minutes later, the winds aloft had churned and twisted the contrail back on itself into a sinewy strand with a knotted head, which took on all sorts of fiery colors as the sun hit all of its layers at different angles and elevations.




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