At the end of that street is the inferno. You can tell because the rest of the sky has no clouds, it’s all the same graining navy-gray, except that direction where the sky’s still yellow from the sun setting and the clouds swirl in great purples and oranges.
The great bear fire has been contained. They are taking donations at coffee shops now. Rolls of paper towels, baby wipes, sanitary pads.
Walk toward it. Hell is so beautiful. A drowned moth in my pink water bottle. The small seizures of a preening blackbird.