A TIME TO BURN
The hills are burning, wildfires billowing smoke, turning the sun blood-red. There’s beauty in burning. Fairer sunrises. Fiercer sunsets. And after a season of fire, winter rains fall, then comes spring.When I was a child, a field burned along the road my school bus traveled each morning and afternoon. I recall the night the fire happened. The loud ring of our telephone mounted on the wall. A man asking my dad, “Can you come help us stop the blaze? The fire crews can’t help. They’re all busy. It’s burning everywhere.”I was so scared. So worried for my dad that night. Shovel […]