There is so much smoke in the air right now, the sky reminds me of summers in the 70s, when we had the really nasty smog alerts for weeks at a time: it's mostly yellow, with occasional streaks of brown, and you can taste the air whether you're inside or out. Anne called from work to say it was so thick there, her clothes smelled like she'd been camping.
I'm not close to any of the dozen or so fires that are burning out of control all over Southern California, but their smoke fills my neighborhood, burns my eyes, and makes me cough whenever I try to go outside and take a nice big breath.
For the record, I do not suggest walking outside to take a nice big breath when there's smoke everywhere. In fact, I don't know why I even did it, and I'll be having a nice long talk with the voices in my head who commanded me to do it so I can straighten that shit out.
