I hear that before long you will no longer be looking out of that window, but out of other windows.
It seems to me that this photo marks a clear separation between a high and a low, a here and a there and perhaps between a before and an after.
"A rift doth part heaven and earth, where sharp and slanting lines do carve the sky, and a straight-bound edge doth cleave the shadowed ground below; these paths, as if traced by unseen hands, converge and draw together, whilst silent towers rise betwixt them, still yet striving upward, like sentinels where worlds do meet."
When someone calls me ‘sir’, I feel compelled to speak like the Bard (with the help of a dash of artificial intelligence). But it wasn't a joke, it's exactly what I meant to say about you and your photo.
Pleased to hear you are being let off (good behaviour?). A novelty for me to see some contrails. All I see down here at the bottom of the world is the occasional one as they go down to the Antarctic.