As I think of friends near the La Cananda/Flintridge fires, I feel that my day's activities are insignificant. I don't know how to reach from here to there. I don't know how to make a difference for them, how to help.
I raked the pine needles from our own pine trees in front of our house. I forgot we had a birdhouse up in one of the trees.
And I ache for birds and life in the midst of the fires.
Gus slept near while I worked until he heard my sob escape from my chest. He so quickly looked over to check on me.