When I left for my walk this morning the welcome sight of the sunlight filtering down on my head felt good, despite the brisk breeze. The only item marring that brilliant blue sky was the vestiges of our recent Super Moon, which, although it was fading fast, was still rather impressive. I figured I’d be stepping around puddles as I walked to Meijer to pick up some produce, but most of the streets had dried up already. Many sidewalks and driveways looked like low tide because street sand and dirt had washed up and left their residue when the rainwater, which had flooded way past the curb, finally receded. I enjoyed stretching my legs after two days inside and the grocery store run is a three-mile plus trip for me. It seemed Monday’s torrential downpours and the aftermath was the topic of conversation at Meijer and the regular clerks or cashiers I usually kibitz with had horror stories to tell of customers making umpteen trips on Tuesday for more cleaning supplies to sop up, mop up and sanitize their basements. After walking home and then heading up my street, I heard the hum of a small plane overhead and looked up just in time to see silver wings dipping way down, then going on an angle, then next aiming high for the sky like a huge bird. I blinked fast as I didn’t want to miss anything. So, what was next … a loop de loop? I stood in place shielding my eyes from the bright sun with my outstretched hand waiting for an encore. I think he must have been a stunt pilot of some type, because, just as quickly as that plane zoom-zoomed in and began its acrobatics, it had vanished again, and all that was left was the perfect sky, a series of contrails and the slight hum of that silver bird’s engine in the background.