Here we are again, sharing a smoke. Let’s face it, you can never really
quit.
Again today the smoke finds my lazy heart and time slows down. Thank goodness.
The seconds had been going by too quickly. Now they leap crown to crown and fall, lub dub thump, to the forest floor. Just think of all the blueberries in the
coming years. Think of all the bears.
Some say the fire has been burning all along, right from the very
beginning, eating its way through the muskeg. Take that, you hot dog eating
champions!
Stick a fork in it, the hot dog eaters would say in reply, or think at least, for who
has time to speak with all that chewing going on. Not that I know a thing about
such contests.
Mind that airway!
Risk of a thunderstorm again tonight. Forked lightning right and left.
115 forking holes later we can safely say it’s not quite done.
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