Fire
I sit here with a pen and paper thinking how I can describe this evening. It’s a little after 5, without looking at a watch, and the sun is almost gone. Ill gives it about 5 to 10 min till it is dark. The sun is an unusual color of orange from all the smoke in the sky. And on this hot day it rains ashes. The sky seems to be a light brown, not the blue I love. But delightfully the birds are still singing and people are going on with their lives.
Miss you
Miss you