Sep 2, 2021
3 min read
Harvest Moon
A blemished grapefruit of a moon hung in the orange sky beyond lines of mountains surging like ocean swells frozen in time. The orange was everywhere. It dripped from the clouds, tinting grass and trees, houses and cars, children’s faces. Everything.
It had been that way two years running, almost as long as the scent of wood smoke had permeated…
