Enchanted Forest.

Today, in the orange light of a new wildfire that has destroyed countless more lives, the gnarled oaks and clean coastal air of my hike the other day seem like something from a fairy tale. They represent something mythological, some underlying magical reality developing invisibly behind the surface of things. A world that makes more sense than the lies and brutish incompetence coming from the seat of power, and the ashes that are falling from the Shady Fire fifteen miles away.