I’m sitting on a sofa, glimpsing through the window the clear blue sky with some puffy clouds. One big white cloud is forming over the fir trees, shaped like a large pig, and then slowly drifting westward. After a while, the sky darkens but instantly brightens. The fir branches swing in the breeze. Inside the room, a small fan shakes its head under my feet, and a wrinkled little hydrogen balloon from my birthday 10 days ago, Minnie Mouse on its surface smiling at me.
a breaking news
from Yellowstone National Park
black smoke rises
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