Saturday, on my drive to Fort Langley to work as a reader at the metaphysical store, TAP Spirit, there was smoke, not so much that vision of the traffic was obscured, but the sun, sky, and distant mountains were.
The wild fires far south and east of the city have been voracious; wind is blowing smoke.
The morning sun was a bright golden ball.
A few years ago, Vancouver was blanketed with smoke, and a very fine sooty dust from fires in our interior to the north, but it was nothing like reports of the American fires coming in. . . I’m so sorry.