there are formidable fires chewing up and spitting out mouthfuls of southern california. and when i walk outside, i sense an eerie deadness in the air that i think i may only be imagining. but sometimes an ash lands on my arm or cheek. and i wonder how far it's traveled.
i decided to go on a television-fast about two weeks ago, so i haven't seen the non-stop footage of burning hills or heartbroken testimonials of those who've faced Loss. but there's been the tension of coworkers i overhear on phones with their loved ones. there seems to be an ongoing exchange of news and reports of evacuating neighborhoods. and my father tells me that my sister hasn't been able to pull herself away from her tv set. and every once in a while, tears are streaming down her face.