Many B&B Inns show photos of cozy, welcoming breakfast rooms, where everything from yogurt with fresh fruit to hot foods from the oven or stove is served to guests.
Currently, I’m staying at such an Inn, to be near my California family who are living in various places while their house undergoes renovations.
This morning I awoke to the smell of something burning that wasn’t toast. The news channel told me strong winds carried smoke from the fires blazing in places too close for comfort, large towns like Santa Rosa, California.
Dressed quickly, then walked down the hall to the breakfast room while hearing bits of conversations from people who’d heeded the warnings to evacuate now! Strangers in bathrobes and pajamas, introduced by a catastrophic event, talked of the fires, wondered what’s left of their homes. They’d come from Santa Rosa.
One said,”They advertised this Inn as cozy. I needed cozy.”
Later, one of the women raised her head and said,”I feel like I’m in a nightmare, a bad dream.”
An older woman, about my age, reached across the table with a heartfelt hope,”The dream’s not over. Hold on. ”
As I look out the window, the sky remains dark with smoke from faraway places.
But not so faraway as to leave me free of the smells and sights of suffering even in a cozy inn or of hope served with breakfast, daring anyone within earshot to believe, “The dream’s not over. Hold on.”
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