I rescript the setting. Imagine a big basket cabled to my A-frame house, as if it had been tented for termites, the tent now a hot air balloon. I flame the propane, ascend before the stampeding hillside flames bring their horrific hisses, crackles and heat. I drift to a safe place, all those life collections are intact, as helicopters swoop like giant dragons, spew their red and yellow dousing powders, color the acrid hills and snapping trees.
healing garden
a measure of aloe
for my mind