Fire Season

It’s that time of year when hot dry winds blow across the mountains. Helicopters are circling overhead day and night watching for smoke. Wildfires are flaring up.

A few days ago, one burned on a neighboring mountain. Smoke filled the air. Meg, the chocolate lab who lives downstairs howled all night. My dog curled up and watched with mournful eyes. Mr. Darcy, the cat remained aloof.

Last week driving home from Reno a fire raged behind Hallelujah Junction. They are posted on the news. The flit across Twitter and those strange social media places.

Today the wind wails like a banshee. It rattles against the windows with a high-pitched howl.

It stirs up my restlessness. I am ready to travel again. The world is calling and it’s time to step into a new adventure.