The
sky is
red today.
A wildfire is burning out of control in nearby Alpine. (They always say this on the news. Is there any other kind of wildfire? If it were under control, wouldn't it be a tamefire?) The sunlight filters through a layer of reddish-brown smoke, giving everything below a pinkish cast. When I sat outside on the terrace to have my lunch, tiny flakes of ash drifted down out of the sky onto me, my food, and the book I was reading.