[On average, more than 100,000 wildfires, also called wildland fires or forest fires, clear 4 million to 5 million acres of land in the U.S. every year]
I’ve spent the majority of this day alone; the refreshing time that I’ve been unknowingly in need of all week. It’s finally a warm (for now?) weather here in Austin, and I got plenty of reminders during my windowless drives why I love this city. when you find yourself waking up after one of those nights, you need a chill day like this. you know, the nights where shit storms brew and come with their karma-lightning striking down with hugely ironic fashion into what you planned to be a routine evening. The individual’s interpretation of those nights are interesting as hell to me; the contingency of one event to present itself where everyone least expects it promotes a wide spectrum of reactions and thoughts. as if like some kind of small fire, a word-glance-nod-tear-laugh-tripup-lie-admission can start the forest fire that only a stage 5 hurricane could quench. and everyone’s stuck in it. like bambi, or bambi’s mom/dad(?) that gets killed. some of us are swallowed up in the fire’s lick, and others manage to hang on to their bucket of water. So where’d you stand in the flames last night? Did you burn up like another singing bunny-rabit, or did you chill out with Smokey the Bear and live to see the next bright day of Austin springtime/february-confused weather? I don’t know, or care most likely. But I do know that only you, and me, can prevent wildfires.
()
