Fiddling, While The Country Burns

a haiku of life

Author’s photos — the city, in a pretty pre-apocalyptic glow

So, thoughts and prayers – that’s
how they tackle climate change;
meanwhile, Sydney burns.

Yesterday morning, I left for work under blue skies. Yesterday evening, I stepped out of the office to the smell of bushfire, a film of smoke filtering the dusk. From the train, I saw the setting sun…