Morning walks for me offer diverse pleasures. It is during these times that all my senses but one are so actively involved. I see, I hear, I smell, and I touch. Although I used to have my walks only around the house, my senses never fail to take pleasure in whatever nature has to offer. The blue sky with snowy white or grayish clouds, the sounds of birds chirping or puppies barking, the fragrance of roses or ilang ilang flowers, the feel of morning dew on leaves or of the wind kissing my face - all these always find their way to my soul. 

A few minutes into my walk this very morning I was treated to a seldom seen view across the sky - a jet plane passing by. It flew so swiftly, as of course it should, leaving a long trail of smoke which seemed so straight for a few seconds. Against a background of a clear blue sky, the white smoke really stood out before my eyes. Wanting to capture the rare scene I hurried inside to get my cellphone. To my dismay, the trail had already started  breaking. Even then I still took a shot and was rewarded by an added joy - a solitary bird perching on a cable. 

straight when i saw it

crooked when i captured it

smoke trail of jet plane 

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crooked broken line

stream of white clouds they are not

trail of metal bird

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bird chooses a wire

not a tree branch to perch on

no one else notice

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