For Wordless Wednesday.
I took this on Saturday. Yesterday we had smoke, not fog, from all the fires. When I went out to my car, there was a fine rain of ash. The smoke frightens me and I feel like a child again, in a car with the smell of my father’s cigarettes, unfiltered camels. I feel edgy all day.
I would rather have the fog.
Daily haiku or senryu for fun
An untethered tree finding its way to the sun and developing roots
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