It’s a Sunday night, and the contrails are abundant over the Blue Ridge. Being on the flight path for Dulles International Airport, we often have huge jetliners flying over our home, especially during the evening. They are still thousands of feet in the air as they cross the ridge, so there’s usually little noise.
We watch the evidence of their long journeys floating in the higher altitudes, sometimes providing us with intricate and colorful aerial designs. As the passengers gaze down at the gorgeous Virginia countryside, we look up and admire the contrails they leave behind and wonder if their destination is as beautiful as the scenery they’re leaving behind.