On a Clear Day

Roger and I drove up the opposite ridge just to see. On one side, the hills fell away, undamaged and whole.


On the other side of the road the view was different. The sky was thick with the burn and planes made quick water drops and then turned back to the sea for refills.

DC-10's flew low and slow and dropped chemical fire retardant at the fire's edge

The flames and smoke reflected on the Pacific Ocean.

Do a raindance or seed the clouds or whatever mystery magic you can conjure. It's dry here, very dry.