Tuesday, August 5, 2025, 57.9%, 77% RH, 0627
Beautiful in a painting, Soleil veils herself in orange, orange derived from fire. Four years ago in Pennsylvania, the first time I’d seen her so arrayed; the air wore too much perfume. A scent remembered from down drafts, cast iron stoves burning wood that kept us warm other days, other places in Maine. I wore a mask, mowed the field, watched the sky cover itself in pink. We are taught that what burns makes way for new stronger growth. We are taught that ash feeds the land.
New growth is not always from the land.
New growth is rooted in spirit, in belief,
in knowing that we can return again.
Photo: Chris Austin, Hector Township, Pennsylvania
