The Harbor at 6:30 a.m. last Sunday.
Even though it's been a couple of days ago and the fires have receded for now, I'm still struck by how we left LA Sunday in deep smoke and arrived at Flint to ice on the car at the long-term lot at Bishop Airport. We had to scrape the windshields for the first time this year. It shocks the body. What happened to that beautiful autumn? Gone in the space of two days and a hard frost. So of course, it's time to repeat that Robert Frost poem:
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
The soft or shrill voice within us
7 years ago