in_times_of_drought unhinged this title came to me this morning at the busstop. created as a bookmark. i will come back here and flesh this idea out. someday. 150803 ... past . 150804 ... flowerock Don't wash your car, ban lawns, go vegan, bike more, drive less, let the golf courses turn into ghosts and come back to life... Pray for rain and be prepared to gather it if it comes, because the ground is hard and dry by now and it'll all just run off... 150805 ... unhinged he stood on the hill overlooking the valley and tied a hankerchief over the bottom half of his face. even from this distance, the smoke was burning his lungs and his eyes. the local fire department had tried to discourage any untrained volunteers, but there weren't enough firefighters to even begin to contain the fire. when he had seen on the news that the rainforest was burning, he knew he had to help. chief grant paced back and forth behind the safe line. for all the modern technology firefighting had gained over the years, wildfires were still practically uncontainable. there were houses on the other side of the mountain ridge that could be consumed by this fire. families that would lose everything lived in those houses; the weight of their safety and their futures pressed on chief grant's shoulders. the safety of his firefighters was like a boulder on his chest. the arizona fires of a few years before had killed some men. chances are this fire would too. he tried to push disaster and fatality from his mind. one of his lieutenants was running his way. 'the dump copters are coming back soon chief. should i move some of the guys back?' 'i think its time for everyone to take a break. bring them all back lieutenant bell. i'll have the radio call go out.' the smoke had been billowing in the valley for days. she stood on the front porch praying for rain, the way her grandma did when she was little. the smoke was changing from white to grey, thicker clouds that made her eyes and lungs itch. her grandma's voice echoed in her memory 'no matter what god does to this land, i ain't leaving it.' tears filled her eyes and her two year old daughter grabbed her hand. 'don't cry mama.' she coughed in surprise but covered up her daughter's wisdom with lies the way most adults do 'mommy is ok. it's the fire. it's burning my eyes.' 150827 what's it to you? who go blather from