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 . . .

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