Living under the Tropic of Cancer winter days here are warm, sunny and mostly green. From the window by my desk I see a tree wall from a neighbor’s garden. This morning skies were absolutelly blue, as I looked up there was a plane crossing the sky coming from right above me and flying down into the trees leaving behing a long white trail of cloud-like marks, which began to dissapear around 6in behind the plane. It looked as if the plane dived into a green sea…