It's chilly and it's Autumn.
"Time to burn things!" our neighbors think.
The morning air is still.
So is the afternoon and evening air.
In our little low spot at Gopher Flats,
the smoky air sits, still and toxic...all day, all night.
Not the wonderful smell of oak or even pine, no, they're burning junk, someone's burning bad wood soaked with creosote or diesel fuel or even worse, I don't know, but
I'm CHOKING here people!!
Luckily for them, I don't know who is burning.
It could be one of many families circling our little bit of low spot.
Lucky for them.
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