So that's my introduction to this blog. I do feel like I want to explain the name though. I have some pretty intelligent friends who know what contrails are, but then I have friends that probably don't. So in the spirit of fairness, a contrail is that stream of white cloud that comes out of a jet engine as it passes through the air. I won't go into why they are created, but they mark the passage of a jet airplane. I once wrote a poem called Contrails and I thought it was very good. (I think I let something slip--it's manly to write poetry, right?) It was about...well, I'll just include it at the bottom of this entry. You don't have to inflict it on yourself if you don't want to. Anyway, the name Dehavik means "the hawk" in Dutch and I thought there was a cool connection there between flight, and something showing it has been through the area, like the tracks of an animal. And what kind of tracks might a hawk make? Well, contrails. If he was moving fast enough.
here's the poem:
contrails
cris-
crossing
the path
a scent of jasmine
hangs
floating
after she
walks by
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