Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚‍♀️

The haze of the great fires
lingers beneath the evening sun
in soft sunshine shadows;
Every shadow sheds tears
on the dust of the memories
Windswept in allwhither.

P.S.: Today, during the mass, the priest said some parishioners lost their homes due to the Great Fire this week and could not attend the mass. Presumably, they should live in Pasadena, about 15 minutes from where I live in the heart of Los Angeles, CA. It reminded me of the Great Fire of London (09/02/1666 to 09/06/1666), which was said to result from a fire in a bakery in the city. I have never seen anything to that effect in my life. I can still smell the burning, and the ashes from the fires scatter around the city. I hope those affected by the fires will have the care and help they need promptly and effectively.