That would be smoke from the Wallow Fire that I’m inhaling. And I’m lucky—I’m in another state and not in any direct danger.
It’s weird, though, the way every morning and evening takes on this sickly yellow hue, as though the world itself has a case of jaundice.
Two nights ago the smoke moved in with a vengeance. Around 7:30 or 8:00 the darkness fell quickly, more quickly than normal at this time of year. “Oh, finally,” I thought. “Maybe those are rain clouds moving in.” Ha. Next thing I knew, the entire world smelled like the inside of a fireplace.
So even though it’s finally warm enough to start sleeping with the windows open, I’ve kept the house shuttered up tight. Kind of a drag. Yesterday, after work, I opened the windows to get a cooling cross-breeze going. That was nice for a while, but perhaps another plume drifted in our direction, because I had to close the windows again after a while.
This is another reason to hate these damanble winds. Bad enough it blankets us with smoke, but far worse is the fact that it makes such a huge fire almost unstoppable. Damn you, wind.