Again today the outside was tinted a pale yellow. Helicopters again roared over us, trailing kite tails of water buckets. What sunshine made it through the high haze reflected off car fenders with a quality of filtered light we've come to recognize as meaning our air is thinly soaked in smoke from fires, this time to the east and north.
Climate distortion can be sudden and violent, as in the wind and rain now pummeling southern California from Storm Hilary, causing floods and mudslides. Or it can be insistent with days and weeks of hot nights and hotter days, or as now here, with watering eyes, sinuses under subtle attack, and an eerie, yellow-tinted world. The world is baking and burning, flooding and dying. It's become the backdrop to everything, even our distraction, our going on, and even our forgetting.
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