The quiet is palpable . I hear a bird singing every so often . A good sign I think ..or is it ?  The smoke filled air coats my tongue and reaches back into my throat . It’s a constant . You can’t get away from it . The denseness is uncomfortable like a coat that you’d rather not wear . Only you can’t take it off. My heart aches and breaks when I allow my thoughts to turn towards the animals that don’t understand why their environment is burning and why they must try to flee .

Nature is has been calling to us for years and years and as we burn our house down will we learn ? We are taking our own breath away .

The sacredness of all life in a single breath

And in a single tree .