Orange Lines

Orange lines at dusk

It was two days ago: dusk was looming and the sky started to be orange-tinged. Seen from my room’s window, there were smoketrails of planes criscrossing the sphere. The pictures I took, of course, don’t do any justice to the true beauty of that afternoon. It’s small thing like this which makes me even more grateful that I’m alive.

Can I draw more lines on the sky?