It’s that time of year when the forests are burning. The air is thick with smoke and I can’t see the town in the valley from my hilltop home.
The temperature has been soaring to over 100 degrees and my son and I stay indoors with the windows closed, the curtains drawn, the fan blowing. And still the smoke seeps through the cracks. My nose and throat feel coated with the gritty stuff, and my head aches.
It seems nature is mirroring this strange world I’ve inhabited for the past several months, the heat forcing me to be still.
I feel the trees blazing, the air crackling, the familiar world consumed by flames. And I wonder what’s burning away? When the devastation is complete, when the smoldering coals finally die down, when all that is left are charred stumps–what then? What new life will finally emerge?