The hills were never as green as a few months after they burned. They're brown now again and we're starting to think about the next blaze that will the next innocent fire that goes wrong and spreads across acres, smoke pouring into the sky and blowing away from here. It is no longer an "if"; it's a "when" and the hottest months are yet to come. We wait in the heat, sweating in anticipation, living the same lives regardless.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! Since almost the entire year is “fire season” where I live in California at this point, it’s always kind of nerve-wracking thinking about the potential natural disasters ahead. Please feel free to share feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke
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