It took up the sky with a quiet sadness.
That was my first thought when seeing it initially.
It bullied the everyday skies I looked up to from my driveway.
I knew the plume had come from the devastating wildfires.
Nevertheless, I couldn't help, but be in awe of it.
It was a paradox -- the smoke cloud was beautiful.
I hope they contain the fires soon.
In the meanwhile, I'll keep eyeing the visitor.
-H.
