Reluctant fire

I don’t recall seeing this before. The smoke from the fire falls to the ground and nestles in the grass like dry ice.

A still, damp autumn day. Woodsmen in the woods above and a line repair team putting in a new electricity pole in the steep thick woods below us.

The skies cleared latter as I trudged up from reinvigorating the fire. The walnut stark now against the sky (extra).

I dodge in and out of Twitter. Later in the evening a US spokesperson says there is cautious optimism for a hostages for humanitarian aid temporary ceasefire. You hope so desperately and also know how cynical are the actors in this agony. Realpolitik and raw emotion were probably never very good bedfellows.