All day the slender white branches of the ribbon gums that line the river at the bottom of our property have been exposed by violent gusts of wind. Two nearby fires burn out of control. The one on the Monaro has lined the sky with a smoky haze. The one at Brogo is invisible to us behind the mountains but nearer to home. Meantime, we have done the things we’d usually do on a Tuesday. I’ve responded to emails, catalogued new purchases, driven up to the village to collect mail and buy bread. David has made progress on a new painting while watching ‘Criminal Minds’ on Foxtel. The cats have slept in the sun.