Contrail

The dock. A place of fraternity. A place of conversation. A place of laughter. An energetic place.

It is also a reflective place. A contemplative place. In an inverse world it is an equivalent place, a place where things can be seen aright, where life is normalized. Here all is as it should be. Sit in the chair, breathe the silence, sense the calm. Think.

Come now, you who say ‘Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit’ – yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say ‘If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.’ – James 4.13-15

The smoke-addled sun presents a water-borne contrail … a rosy path forward toward the horizon, ever westward … toward tomorrow.