“August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly between its pages.”— Johnathan Safran Foer
The horrible fires here in the west
Are wrecking havoc on all the wonderful trees, homes, and lives of people—although the news is not mentioning anything about them.
Our skies tell the story….clouds running thin and high or even slackening veering off to other places … leave only the smoke to color the world
We work under that huge orange orb; evening, noon, and
Although, there are no fires right here. There is testiment, in the skies, of the horror others in the west are experiencing.
The sun, like a torch (which it is) throwing masses of color into the air…speaks volumes of the terror stalking those in the burning west.
From my heart to your world.