Traveling south on the I-5 corridor in central California on
a beautiful sunny day, going home. Green
hills fade to brown but the sky remains a pastel blue the entire way.
Travelers we, lost souls in an automobile on a rock highway,
we leave no trace while traveler’s in aluminum tubes in the sky leave lines in
their wake – vapor trails.
On a funeral weekend, the lines seem like God’s stitches in
the sky as he adds another angel to His patchwork.
