Forest Fire, Ants, and God’s Computer

Pyromaniac weather. Forest fire moon. Mountains obscured by mist-like smoke. House shut tights. Clear by late morning–the plume shifts as it moves west from Arizona. The name of the forest fire is Wallow–which at first I took to be a verb. Ponderosa ash falls on the windshield. Setting sun like a blood orange suddenly rolling off a table.
We still have ants in the bedroom–everywhere, including the bed–despite my best efforts to (organically) exterminate them. Somehow it seems too much, both smoke and ants, but I know from long experience that God’s computer isn’t keeping track of me that way.


Photograph thanks to Libby Hall