Blowing Smoke
Richard and I had gone to Medford on Thursday. As we got closer to the city I could see the mountains in the distance somewhat enveloped in a hazy whiteness. I asked Richard if it was smoke from the California fires. He thought it was. And yesterday I could sense the same sensation I had back in 2020 during the COVID fires – well, not that the fires were COVID related – the fires had pushed the topic of the pandemic into the back burner like it was no longer relevant, I could see the orange beams spill into my bedroom. Kind of eerie – especially when the sun wasn ’ t even visible to my eyes when I looked for it outside. Or through the window rather. Still too hot outside to want to open the door just for Bonnie to go out and do her business. The skies are hazy, but the hills are still visible. It looks overcast but not. The air quality is better than mo...