I just extinguished a small though promising fire in Dreamland that someone had more than likely inadvertently but apparently started by tossing a lit cigarette upon a richness of dry needles lying beneath a pine tree.
All I can say is that if you don’t know how to extinguish your burning butts properly, swallow them.
Before that I was running more miles. More miles, that is, than any other sane person seems to run in this swelter called weather. Was that an improper use of “other” ?
There are lots of little bugs scurrying about in the air today. More so than in many weeks recent. It’s not that it’s any cooler or wetter and so more hospitable today. In fact, it’s hotter and dryer than yesterday. (which, too, was hot and dry—thus adding fuel to the fire.) And the crickets, too, are much noticeably louder today than yesterday or anytime before. And so the season progresses.
Life goes on!
Ha.
It’s just so amazing.
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