the weather today would've been called an indian summer the start of autumn the temp. was in the low '90s & there was smoke hanging thick in the air carried over from a nearby brush fire so redolent of the fall in sacramento during the 1970s when the rice fields outside the city would be burned & that thick acrid smoke hugged tightly everything

i'm taken back by that smell the smudgy light & the heat to childhood memories that are so strongly tied to scent

living begins again somehow here interpolated in our elsewhere