There's a forest fire going on here.. its beautiful. The sky is the color of blood on an old wound, and the mountains look like a woodpile in a fireplace, glowing on the surface like embers and the occasional flame leaping out.
Fire seems so peaceful, which is strange to me since its so violently destructive to material things. Watching it should really make me feel panic, but instead I feel drawn to lie here and stare at it, not as a gross spectacle like a car wreck, but as something natural and right.
On a completely unrelated note, I discovered that sending something nice to someone who's distant from you makes you feel a lot better. Crazy, but true!