Never ending haze

Wildfire season is in full swing and with it comes a haze that lingers. The sun is red in the afternoon. The glow of hazy orange light peeks in the window. The smell of smoke isn't always around but it comes in waves causing enough concern to make sure nothing nearby is burning. Everything smells of it. If you are close enough to a large fire, ash falls from the sky. Intense fires create the pyrocumulonibus that are the darkest storm clouds I have ever seen. The burn scars blacken the landscape. On the plus side, nutrients returned to the soil and plants spring up with the next rains.

I am currently looking at my window to be sure there is not some structure fire in the neighborhood. The wildfire smoke has arrived again

Current mood: #smokeyweasel