Monday, January 12 at 5:23 pm

When the sunset reflected in our windows, I knew it was time to walk outside and investigate.

First, I noticed an X in the sky. Was someone playing a game of Jacks or Tic Tac Toe? 🙂

I forgot the name of airplane trails, so googled it. I learned a few more things:

These ghostly lines are called contrails, short for condensation trails, and they’re not smoke, pollution, or poison. In fact, they’re mostly ice. When jet engines burn fuel, one of the byproducts they emit is water vapor, which comes out in their exhaust. At cruising altitudes (usually around 25,000 to 40,000 feet up), that hot vapor hits frigid air and condenses rapidly into tiny water droplets, which then freeze almost instantly, forming a visible trail of ice crystals.

I stood mesmerized at this incredible beauty.

Even the electric poles looked pretty.

Closer to the ground, I loved how the bare winter trees were silhouetted by the setting sun.

The sky is new every evening.

The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky proclaims the work of His hands. Psalm 19:1 Holman Christian Standard Bible