For the first time in a long while, our area’s air quality is “good,” the skies are blue, and the nearby hills aren’t hidden by smoke. Even the temperatures have moderated. I actually had to put on a light jacket last night when walking our dog.
Unfortunately, the AQI is supposed to go back to unhealthy by tomorrow. But I’ll take this break, short lived though it may be.
We live in a suburb about 35 miles east of San Francisco. There are no sidewalks or streetlights where we live, so when I walk our dog at night, I wear a headlamp similar to the one shown in the picture above. Otherwise, it would be pitch black outside.
Last night at around nine o’clock I took our dog out for a walk. When we stepped outside, I turned on my headlamp and was surprised to see what looked almost like tiny little snowflakes falling, which it obviously wasn’t because it was around 80 degrees at the time.
Using my keen deductive reasoning and intuitive skills, I concluded that what I saw reflected in my headlamp were tiny bits of floating ash from all of the wildfires ravaging Northern California. It was weird.
But this morning is even weirder. It’s just past ten in the morning and it’s like twilight outside. The sky has this eerie yellow/orange cast to it. I just took this photo while standing at my front door looking across the street.This photo is not altered. That’s what the sky looks like. And, of course, the air quality index shows hazardous air.
I think I’ll just go back to bed.
Ah, the relief a little rain brings with it!