Smokechoked. Nose & lungs filling. How to cool the baked house overnight with windows shut? Sometimes a moment when a feral gust kicks a hole in it and the sky may be seen and a deep unencumbered breath inhaled. Two weeks at least of this misery but imagine how it is in the valleys around. We sit on a plateau. Imagine living in a bowl. New line of thunderstorms - shall we call them lightningstorms? - said to approach in days to come. Extra firefighters arrive at the campgrounds.
Out window: catGreta hunts in the barren yellow field, a graceful black form slinking around dead weeds to groundsquirrel burrows. In here dogApple growls under her breath watching the deer step across the field's far end. How she longs to escort them! Everything out the window colored in feeble sepia or washed in diluted pisslight.
Often I've thought how animals with teeth and jaws and claws designed for ripping and shredding and tearing must long to use them for those purposes. How good it must feel to them to plunge the fangs, extract chunks of steaming flesh and dangling sinew, etc. They must experience intense teething pangs when they can't. Thus cat over burrow, dog crashing through window to make frenzied beeline for deerneck. While my poor teeth will snap with one uncareful bite into crispapple or slice of crunchy toast.
ReplyDeleteI am loving these observations. They make my teeth itch.
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