A View to the Terminus
There will be a day when the crisis reaches this porch — but that day is not today.
From my perch on this swing, rocking gently in the morning breeze, I can just catch sight of the smoke rising over the prairie. It is a faint wisp at first, filling the sky as the day advances until it yields an early nightfall. That last hour before the smoke smothers the sun is a beautiful…