8 Aug
2012
8 Aug
'12
7:56 p.m.
There is ash falling in my backyard now, like fine snow. My guess is the Camp Williams fire. Not as bad as the Emigration Canyon fire in the '80's, when I was living in Sugarhouse. That was days of dim, red sunlight at noon and blackened, whole aspen leaves drifting down. But still reminiscent of the old Samuel R. Delany novel "Dhalgren" (sp?). "To wound the autumnal city." Melancholy.