Two things have come to my attention tonight that bear clearing up:
1. The filmy portions of Charlie's sunrise photo are not jet trails, but cloud formations.
2. I did not REALLY "nearly die when I was 16" from an illness or accident; but the effect was traumatic when I discovered my brother had broken into my diary and read it. At age 16, that is akin to "dying." Especially when he threatened to reveal the contents (some fantasy) to our parents and his friends.