Today there was a forest fire outside of Vancouver. I woke up to a morning of smoke and haze, and I didn’t find out until later what it really was. “Global warming” maybe. But as the night grew, the smoke filled the skies even more and became more dense. Smoke was everywhere. You couldn’t see further than a block down.
I liked the smoke today, even though Vancouver looked like a complete ghost town. The air smelled like campfire. Life’s always in smoke isn’t it?
(Also, I made some swirls in this cake.
“Can we flip the fucking cake?” – Anonymous)
