Tomorrow Will Be Born Again

The smoke is thickening this morning, kept at bay only by the overnight rains, but with the rising sun, and the oppressive heat, the distant fires will grow, forced by the dry winds into consuming vast stretches of trees that were saplings when the settlers first claimed this place and named it for themselves. I have seen this, in my dreams, looking out through an open window over a river that no longer exists, a witness to the land reclaiming its own, a cycle of growth and cleansing and rebirth that will continue on through this time of death and flames and ash.