Jet Steam Visibility

Day 51. Outside Ithaca’s Rasa Spa window, the snow moved sideways, fell at a slight slant as it traveled up the Cayuga River inlet and I understood the jet stream. It rushed past on an invisible river current like fog in a flashlight’s beam and dust motes dancing in a sunbeam. The flakes that fell close to the window’s warmth hovered, floated, and did multiple pirouettes, a midair ballerina’s dance.

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A one-generation-off-the boat demi-Sicilian.
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