High in the sky a tiny silver speck leaves a long tail of white as it travels across the brilliant blue. Into the cloud it disappears, and it's gone; a momentary mark on its way, an impression to be noticed, while still here. Our lives can be like that. We sense our smallness when we preview the world around. But while we have the opportunity, we can leave a trail that is greater than our being, for all to see, that may change the patterns of this world, before it fades into the the heavens.