Sunset tonight, a dozen or so clouds glowing pink, criss-crossing the coastal jetway.
But every one of the “clouds” is unnaturally long, thin, in a couple of parallel sets, like an exploded tic-tac-toe grid. And over on the far left, still compact and bright white, is the next line being laid down.
Another 737 laying down a contrail between SFO/OAK/SEA/CGO/TPE/YVR to LAX/BUR/SAN/SNA/PHX. Soon to be a long, straight, puffy, expanding, pink line across the western horizon.

