Scent
I woke up this morning to the smell of ash, a sharp contrast to floral sweetness. The air is heavy with the scent of fire. It is weird, foreboding even. The forest fires that are raging through Southern California at the moment aren’t at my doorstep, but I can see the billowing clouds of smoke, eerily beautiful in their sunset-like glow against the blue sky. The birds chirp here, but I wonder how many of their brethren have lost their homes. It’s never the humans, and their abodes, I worry about (though I wish safety for the firemen). It’s always the animals. And the trees. And the flowers.
My eyes sting. There is a dustiness in my throat. Soot collects on surfaces, even here. It is already hot.
Shortly, I will adjust to this new scent. I will stop hearing sirens. The clouds will disperse. The air will eventually clear. The fires will be put out.
But I can now confirm, I prefer to awaken to the scent of roses rather than the smell of fire, any day.
Angie @ Just Like The Number
/ September 1, 2009I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately and hoping the fires aren’t affecting you. Living in the midwest, I can’t even imagine. I hope you and your home continue to stay safe.
emmajames
/ September 1, 2009Angie: Thanks, chica! All is safe and sound. And I’m loving your blog, btw. So happy to have met you at BlogHer09 and that you are stopping by Pleasure Notes, too!