I attended my mom's cousin's funeral in the morning. It happened to fall on the two month anniversary of Brent's funeral, so it was especially tender. I was grateful to spend time with another branch of my (big) family. I have many second cousins that I hadn't seen in years and years and it was nice to reconnect.
After I got home, we noticed lots of smoke on the railroad tracks at the bottom of the hill. I don't know if it was set intentionally or accidentally, but my kids dug taking pictures of it.