D'vorahDavida
Yetzirah

This morning there was a very strange atmosphere here at our place by the woods. There are very large forest fires to the south west of us and the smoke has drifted over us. Plus there were leftover clouds from yesterday's thunderstorms. It was preternaturally dark, nary a bird chirped, and no leaf stirred. It made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Last night, the moon was orange. Spooky. Our only consolation is that the fires are far away. Last year they were right on top of us. I so hope we have a normal winter with lots of snow and rain to end this miserable drought. *** In other news, however trivial, I was walking by the second hand store a few days ago and spied something in the window. I went inside and inquired about the price. I then proceeded to go about the rest of my errands to think over the purchase. I'm usually not an impulse buyer, so I wanted to put a little space between me and the object of my desire to see what would happen. Desire won. I went back, paid my seven dollars and brought it home. Some things are just meant to be.