A hummingbird clings tightly to the swinging feeder as if it were a carnival ride, the tiny bird stealing sips of nectar between gusts. The gale-force Santa Anas, or “devil winds,” blew into Southern California overnight leaving a disturbing energy in their wake. Smoke hangs in the air giving the morning sky an ominous orange hue.
I flipped on the television for the local news. A wind-blown reporter steps aside as the camera pans out to reveal a wildfire racing up a hillside.
“Fire season has begun,” she announces.
Maybe I shouldn’t live where fire is considered a season.
I flipped on the television for the local news. A wind-blown reporter steps aside as the camera pans out to reveal a wildfire racing up a hillside.
“Fire season has begun,” she announces.
Maybe I shouldn’t live where fire is considered a season.
