We were driving somewhere recently when my husband, Lou, pointed up and said, “Oh, look, a skywriter!”
I craned my neck and looked up through the windshield and, sure enough, there were lines of white in the blue, blue sky. Now, they may have been vapor trails of specks of planes so far up that I couldn’t see them, but… skywriters. Haven’t thought about that in forever.
Kathy Kane blogs about the creative process in the everyday, in writing and in the magical transition to the second half of life.
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