The other day I woke up to a brilliant sky, the color of which made me feel all was not wrong with the world. Mid-morning, two jets flew high over Tomales Bay, leaving white, fluffy trails that slowly spread into the atmosphere. By late morning, the sky was crisscrossed with dispersing trails, and a faint brown hue was visible above the horizon. – Barbara Palmer, Point Reyes Station
Many of us have had the…