The Fire Smoke Is Bad And I Got Depressed
My husband has respiratory issues, and we all feel the heat of the days we all are living in now
ROARING RIVERS
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Fire in the hole
Check out a wildfire, fire weather map of the Pacific Northwest today.
There is a growing hole in my heart. Every night, as we prepare to be ready for bed we have a routine. Turn off devices. Check kitty food and water. Brush teeth. Take Kitty cat out for potty. Look at the stars. Get chilled. Come back inside.
The first heart gouge comes in the inhalation of smoke. Smoke has come and gone for weeks and weeks. Little to no rain. The acrid smell stings the eyes, bites the tongue, tastes like death, and shortens our breath.
In fact, I know that what we are breathing is the particulate matter of dead trees, their inhabitants, their microcosms, and their macrocosms. In short, we inhale the beautiful and abundant life we once knew as the Pacific Northwest.
The second little drill-hole to the heart involves knowing it should be cooler than it is. It’s late October. I grew up near here; I…