Misunderstood Apocalypse

Musing in Late Fall

Photo by kazuend on Unsplash

In front of my wood burning stove, I occasionally pull my eyes away from the book I’m reading to take a long look out the front window and appreciate the broad blue skies filled with long, curving brush strokes of cirrus clouds. The view fills me with smiles. But beneath that painterly scene stand enormous cottonwoods, stripped of their yellow-leaved banners, intruding with their barren…