Very early one morning I happened to catch this connection between nature and man.
The heavy cloud was just cruising, waiting for the sun to warm it up, when a cheeky jet plane shot right through the middle of it and up into the real daylight.
There it shone, a silver streak that made my cloud look like it was wired for sound and sporting a long antenna.
Or else being towed by the jet – a cloud on a string.
2 thoughts on “Cloud on a string”
Yes, Kez, a chance meeting of the three elements, cloud, jet and me. I love this kind of fluke connection, which happens quite a lot, I find. But you have to be looking.
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