Vapour trails in the sky, dawn-lit silver bands all that now remain to tell of those who have just flown by. The hopes, despairs, joys and fears transported in those planes, whence? to where? – who cares? – it’s all above our heads, dears! So it is, in life’s fading glow, and when the journey is over, fond memories for a while remain but, like vapour trails, will go.