It's another big fire in the land of shake-'n'-bake. These things always used to be throwaway line items on a morning-news playlist, but now they actually mark my life.
The sky looks bruised, like it spent last night getting slapped around. From my perch high above, I imagine that I can see the trees labouring to soothe it.
I also see the second silver lining of my life. The first - July, 1997. The words of it are so cliche - 'cause every cloud doesn't have one, sorry - but the visual impact of the thing is almost frightening in its impact.