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the journal of Michael Werneburg

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San Francisco, 2015.04.19

As we came over the last range of mountains I spotted another plane coming from the south (left). It was running along the range of mountains about 50m above the clouds, spinning two contrails that swirled in its wake. We passed within about 300m of each other, at different altitudes. It was all over in about twenty seconds; startling but beautiful.

rand()m quote

Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.

—-Henry David Thoreau