And so it was once more a rather warm day, but not the warmest one of the week, for that was still to come. Probably not the best day approaching, but it could have been worse, although it always can be worse when using foresight.

The only thing that could e done at this stage was hide from the sun and hope for the best. It passed on by behind a haze of smoke and of course this only served to intensify its glorious nature, much to the consternation of many of those who had to be underneath its body in some nature.

It meant that going outside seemed risky at worst, and unpleasant at best, so those who could avoid going outside would avoid going outside, as the creeping heat finding its way within buildings was significantly less unpleasant than being outside in a sun that was burning.

It seemed as though this was an issue that could have been dealt with months and months ago, but alas, those with the ability to do something for most were unwilling to heed the warnings and thus the predicament many found themselves in was the resultant consequence.

It was too damn hot. It was too damn hot to do anything. Too hot to function, too hot to sleep. Too hot to drink, too hot to eat. The sweat was bursting forth and pouring down everyone’s faces, providing themselves their own showers only to leave them with the feeling of having immersed themselves within dirty water.

Still, at lest the shower was free; well, it was if you were to discount the cost of having to replenish on a regular basis.

And those in the city were the lucky ones. Those out  in the bush, near the fires that took advantage of the situation to strike  were not so fortunate. They were in far less a state to feel concrete about the future than those in the city. In the city all they had to worry about was getting to the end of the season. Those in the bush had the same worry, but it was more about surviving with as little damaged as possible before the season’s end.

And yet, still, those in the position to be able to make decisions that could lead to some great benefit wouldn’t lift a finger until strong-armed into doing so. It was a frustrating situation for many involved. There was information readily available, and yet it was continually ignored. These were the people responsible for the safety of many, and then some, and they were too busy pretending that this was something that could not have been diminished in impact.

But of course, this was something that seemed to go on in a loop. Nothing seemed like it would change, other than the severity of the fires and thus the danger, and the sun would, for months at a time, sit in the sky, behind a veil of smoke, slowly scorching the world beneath.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:18:14

This is one of those things that has a little too much applicable context, I think.

Feels like a bit of a whinge.

Maybe it is.

Written at home.