Fire Walk with Me

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright 
In the forests of the night, 
What immortal hand or eye 
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? 
In what distant deeps or skies 
Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 
On what wings dare he aspire? 
What the hand dare sieze the fire? 
William Blake

The fires of the Northwest are many. Great or small; real or imagined, external, internal, and otherworldly. 

We must tend to them.

We are in Twin Peaks, after all.  

Life's Little Pleasures

Drink freshly steeped Jade Oolong tea (even though you typically prefer the black varieties). Forget your umbrella, compact mirror, smartphone. Take your canine friend on a walk to an aspen grove.

Self-taken mobile shots? Oops, I didn't forget that phone!

Pick daisies. 

Watch a little black panther-of-a-cat hunt a ringed plover. 

Go on a solitary walk into the lilac sunset.

Get approached by one of the creepiest characters you've ever met (and you've met a few--you've lived in large cities!). Have your heart sink into your stomach, "I kinda wish this walk weren't solitary!".

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I should really stop telling people that I live in Twin Peaks!