I came here after spending seven years in western Colorado, on the edge of the high desert. There, the air often filled with smoke in the summer, and it was frightening: that smoke meant wildfires, the kind that destroy houses and kill both animals and people.
Six years here, and I still have to stop and remind myself that this smoke means life, not death.
Meaning is always in context.
And now, for something completely different: keiki_boys, here are the Cheerydoll sandals on Sejong's feet.