California Skies Are Burning or, For Those Who Don’t Do Anything

8am, long after sunrise, no filter on this lens, no color correction. This is the color of the sky as it burns.

I’m fragile, not a force. I ask myself, what would happen if I wrote something every day? And then I don’t. Sometimes I do. Most of the time I don’t. I was someone who wanted to make my living as a writer. I’ve done so, at different times. Not this year. Something strange happened this year. Aside from everything else, now the skies are burning.