Everytime I glance up into the sky and see a jet trail way up high, I always wonder: where did it come from and where is it going? Seattle to DC? Philadelphia to Minneapolis? And what about the people on board...what's their story? On their way to a funeral or a wedding? A business trip? Or just a vacation?
And then I think - what if they're looking down from on high and wondering: who lives in that little town down there?... where are those cars going on that slim ribbon highway? Imagination is a two way street.