Fire season in Southern California. The sky is yellow, smoke lingering like fog in the sky, the sun orange, and our windows closed. A wildfire burning in Cabazon, near Palm Springs, has killed three firefighters. Santa Ana winds have blown much of the smoke in our direction. This creates a surreal world in which we’re not sure from one minute to the next whether the fire is still far up in the neighboring county, or a new one has flared up in our own neighborhood. I try to keep my mind off it, but the smell has seeped into the house, and it’s difficult to ignore — a constant reminder to pray for the firefighters.
musings, thoughts, and writings of Barbara W. Klaser
October 26, 2006
Yellow skies, fallen heroes
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And this happens every year, doesn’t it? Some of Don’s family lives in California - Pasadena, and San Diego. I don’t know if they are ever threatened, but his Dad, in Pasadena has mentioned being able to smell the danger.
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My prayers for the firefighters.
Comment by cassie-b — October 26, 2006 @ 1:26 pm
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What a horrible thing that has happened down there. I am so sorry that you are dealing with the fires, too.
Comment by violetismycolor — October 27, 2006 @ 4:43 pm