The sky is whitish haze and it is intensely hot. The nearest fire is 0% contained. Stay inside! the radio says. Until we give the order to evacuate.
Self is reading Tomas Transtromer.
(Also, praying. Does she feel lucky?)
Excerpt from The Clearing
— translated by Robin Fulton
Deep in the forest there’s an unexpected clearing that can be reached only by someone who has lost his way.
The clearing is enclosed in a forest that is choking itself. Black trunks with the ashy beard stubble of lichen.
Kanlaon 