The huge fires continue to burn…filling the west with weird light, a light that seems to undulate
This is morning light… the light in the east…light from the rising sun…sometimes our very air smells like burning logs,
My mind feels like it can hear the crackling of the fires as it scurries hurriedly over tense land
Every morning the scene is the same the smoke sending an enveloping warning throughout the west
The thick layer never really fades
The sun setting in the west confirms that dark will soon rise up
I am so sorry to be so gloomy
The tangle of fires from way up there where the Redwood Forrests are burning
Clear across the and down through the western part of the United States
Some started by nature
Some so horribly started by humans.
My heart is sore.
My prayer is the God(s) yours, mine, and everyone’s please sends rain, cooler weather, and a return to normal.
From my world to your heart,