We walked towards the plane. He said it was his smallest and newest, which meant he had others, but that fact barely registered. It was a Cessna Skycatcher, he explained. I didn’t care if he owned the company or had stolen the aircraft. He gave me other details I didn’t hear as he helped me up into it. It had two seats, what he referred to as “deluxe skybox seating for two.” It sounded sexy, but I wasn’t interested in the plane. ~ from Darker Than Black
More and more high-altitude vapour trails appear in our skies as the flight density of commercial aviation increases. These trails often follow the plane straight and narrow, then degrade into fuzzy and fanciful formations, blending with clouds and leaving a subtle afterimage in our subconscious.