too much—
too much traffic on the road….
up in the air, too!
These days too many to count, and bigger and bigger. Airplanes. Every day, whenever I look up into the sky, I see contrails—vapor trails of airplane exhaust. I don’t like that there’s so much traffic up in the air, though there’s nothing I can do about it. Things could be worse. It’s good they’re not kamikaze planes!
