11/11/2025
An update
DEEPEST EMBERS —— It's been exactly one month since the last new hotspots cropped up in the West Dalhousie Wildfire. It's a desolate expanse of wasteland left, with no certainty on confirming when it'll stop smouldering under. There's a wide gulf between dormant and extinguished. Recent weeks of rain and chilling weather have a way of making it seem further distant, though vacant foundations and melted siding remember that it was just this season past. This probably seems par for the course for anyone out west — but I've never felt fire knocking on my doorstep before. It was disconcerting for me, tragic for others, homes lost but luckily no lives. The best that could come is a very wet winter, raising the water table high enough to drown the deepest embers. They say spring is the waiting proof on if it's out for good. All that's left is the question if anything so ugly can be beautiful. I suppose there's no choice than trying to see it as that.
November 8, 2025
West Dalhousie, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6572 of my daily journal.
