Friends, A, wildfires! That paradoxical combination of beauty and devastation. They spellbind the soul with their hypnotic cadence. They intimidate the mind with their chaotic essence. They enchant the eye, blocking shorter wavelengths to make the sky’s reds and oranges pop at dawn and dusk. They torment the eye, irritating delicate membranes to make the veins and capillaries pop with smoke and dust. I suppose the aspects you dwell upon come down to distance and choice. The closer you or your stuff, the easier to see the vicious and be frenetic. The closer you are to safe, the easier to choose to focus on the aesthetics. They remind us our lungs are more than just viral breeding grounds, they are also particulate matter filters, cleaning the air, one breath at a time. That sporadic cough might just be lung cancer (yay, not Covid!). So, to celebrate the end of wildfire season, I decided to make some fume donuts (smoke rings) whilst browsing my photos of colorful skies. That was last wee
Donuts are part of the magic that makes life so sweet. I founded the Level 3 Friday Donut Club in 2004 and ran it until my departure in 2015. It had a three year run at Windstream and is now virtual, but at its peak, we had a rotation of 50+ folks who brought donuts every Friday. We had three simple rules: (1) five dozen (2) boutique shop donuts (3) by 8:00 am. This blog memorializes these e-mails to share my thoughts (and, once upon a time, announce the donut arrival). Have a happy Friday!