Trying to stay current on this blog is never-ending. I'm going to have to break chronologyand start a new trail from here, and fill in the past month or two as I have time and energy. Because I want to keep the record going, even if a fractured record.
Today has been a low-smoke day, at least here in Santa Venetia. Still, the sun set blood red and the full moon rose up orange and sulky.
Some fires are out, like the Meyers Fire in NW Sonoma County, others still rage on, though containment grows. The looming skies of smoke and ash has everyone spooked and skittish. Even the owls were squabbling in the trees last night. And then we know of the loss of home and hearth -- or of the disruptions of evacuations.
We are riding on rails of instability, no longer convinced they will hold. But we grip tight anyway, willing them to bend toward justice.
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