Another Hot Night

The house has reeked of smoke for the last several hours. I have no idea where the fire is. Smoke can rise by day, be blown dozens of miles, then settle earthward that night as the air cools. I see no glow on any horizon (insofar as horizons exist in the forest.) All seems placid here, aside from the excited cricket's rapid chirps, but somewhere vegetation is blazing and the odoriferous evidence has come here to remind me of my flammable surroundings. I doubt I'll sleep well. My dreams char easily.


( Sunday Verse )