It's a funny sort of thing, but those aeroplane contrails really lift my spirits. Seeing lots of aeroplanes at night, all shiny and red like bats' eyes in the dark - that scares the hell out of me (I'm sort of an armchair environmentalist). There shouldn't be so many, not over a city like Edinburgh.. there's not the population for it to make sense.
But seeing them all on those cold, clear days, leaving their ice trails way up high - I don't know. Probably it's because they're a symptom of the good kind of days; winter days, when sound stays in the air for a bit longer than it should and the cars seem further away than they are, and the sun shines through your window onto the floor. And you remember how it was, before you knew about The Aviation Industry and their polar bear destroying lasers. Look, airyplane! Trailing silk and sunshine over your grey Scottish house from Japan (Glasgow) or India (Gatwick) or some such (Heathrow). Magic unzips the sky! And toxic waste falls out. It's enough to send a girl mad, I tell you.

Now look, I've talked for too long about aeroplanes and you can't even see them in this picture, the scanner's so bad. It's because I used white acrylic, it must be reflective or something technical like that. No matter.