Chem trails and a sky that was on fire this morning..
A reading of the piece (AI-generated, interpretive): Thin white lines cut across a sky otherwise given to soft, brooding cloud masses and a fire-lit horizon, an intrusion of geometric order into the primal theater of dawn. The threshold between night and day becomes a stage where the manmade and the elemental sit uneasily together, the horizon line itself acting as a boundary between the known world and something older, unconscious, still burning.