the fog already heavy on my mind evokes a time that’s turning colder
at breakfast the effect is picturesque
the window opens up and lets in
the santa ana winds again

strange how such a gust of gentle breeze can ravage hearts across california
you start to grow accustomed to her turn around
she’s gone of course she warned ya
she sometimes passes in a single night
and other times she lasts the weekend.

the santa anas certainly are ravaging hearts across california. i cannot even begin to comprehend the kind of damage the wildfires are causing. trying to understand it in numbers, in acreage and population and dollar signs… are just a desperate cry for us to feel something, to reach out and touch someone who’s lost everything they have. it’s so easy to ignore what’s going on outside of our beautiful southern california bubble, but really, how pathetic do we have to be to sit here and ignore what’s going on under our noses. i mean literally, we’re breathing the effect of the fires on our doorsteps, and remain unfazed.

signs of the times are passing before our eyes and we’re not looking at all.