The change in weather has brought about more outdoor adventures over the past few weeks. Recently, I walked out the door with both boys in tow. BigBrother took a breath, looked up at the gorgeous blue of the sky and exclaimed…
“BUZZ LIGHTYEAR!”
I was about to correct him. I don’t know why. I usually encourage imagination play and adore the cast of Toy Story
. Maybe I was still grumpy after being locked indoors for weeks. Maybe I was overtired. Maybe I was tired of every last thing being about Buzz, Woody and the gang. Maybe I was even going to explain something scientific though that’s highly unlikely. Before I opened my mouth and squashed his imagination, I looked up at the sky.

Ah, yes, Buzz Lightyear. I understood in an instant.
The exhaust trail behind an airplane (a contrail for my wordy friends) will never be viewed the same. A few days after that experience, I was driving home from a shopping trip with my mother. I was driving into the sunset; reds and oranges and yellows meeting up with the still blue sky. I eventually counted nine contrails. However, I didn’t call them contrails in my head.
I smiled, glancing in the mirror at the two boys sleeping in their car seats behind me. They’re going to grow, too quickly. Someday they will explain that the contrails are formed by the hot exhaust hitting the cooler atmospheric temperature and making visible condensation. They’ll use big words. It will be all scientific and old. I’ll nod. I’ll add in something interesting. We’ll make a joke. But I’ll always remember that moment where a plane in the sky was a beloved character. I’ll always remember the way my heart soared when I realized what he was talking about; how thankful I was for his point of view.
I’ll always call them Buzz Lightyear trails now. Forever. To infinity and beyond.
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