pompeii

Ashes are falling from the sky, and I think of Pompeii.  Smoke shades the lights, red is now the norm.  Smells like a barbeque, lost trees and dying brush.  It feels like last summer, and perhaps the summer before that, because it happens here.  We'll smell it in our sleep all night, smell it in our hair forever, we'll feel it on our skin, we'll feel it in our lungs, and it will short our breath- fire.