First the Pestilence, Now the Fire

Two weeks ago, we woke up to bedlam, a cacophony of emergency alerts. And then, not long afterwards, notification that schools were being evacuated, and then being told to evacuate the house. A mad fumbling. Clothes stuffed into bags, a lunge for precious photo albums and hard drives. Annoyed confused children ushered out to face a sepia-tinted sky, hot Santa Ana winds, the awful charcoal air.
 
What is there on the horizon is not a sunrise…