Tonight I took a walk. I wept for my lost love, as I often do. Now I sit and look at what should be a bright sun, but see only a hazy red disk barely there in the 360 degree blanket of smoky doom.
The fires everywhere in California have turned the evening sky apocalyptic.
“Weaver, Theiver, Sneether, Seether, Either, Neither!“
Wha? I have to laugh.
I’m beginning to think a micro anti black hole appears in my drivers seat when I am gone from it.
How are you tonight?
The Adventures of Xeno the Sad in the Land of Too Much Smoke