it’s nothing.
2020 began just how so many of us thought it would: in flames. By January the bushfires that had grown for six months in Australia felt unstoppable. The scorched Amazon rainforest seemed like old news, as did the very notion of an Arctic fire. By the end of 2019, there were something like 7,860 recorded fires in California, where I live and where I have somehow grown used to the sight of my eight-year-old wearing a respirator mask. Most of the child-sized respirator masks have a fun design of some sort, and the mask they chose has a rainbow on it. These days, it hangs on a hook in their bedroom, along with some hats, hoodies, and a backpack. I say I’ve grown used to the sight, but in the way that pain can gather and settle without ever leaving.