On Saturday night, I was having dinner with friends al fresco and it was beautiful. It was cool and breezy and there was even a beautiful blood-moon.
The next day, I was deprived of clean air. Because of this year’s dry, hot summer, there have been many forest fires and I realized that the blood-moon of the night before was the result of the moon seen through smoke and ash in the atmosphere headed our way. There have been large fires Vancouver Island and on the mainland, but the winds finally brought the smoke and ash down to where I live.
I was sleeping in and was glad that the usual bright sun of the morning didn’t wake me early. The sun wasn’t its usual bright self, because it was hidden behind an atmosphere composed of smoke and fine ash from the fires. It caused an unusual vintage filter effect with an ocher haze:
Along with the weird look of the day, it was bad for asthmatics like me. My chest was tight and there was still the smell of smoke. And because you didn’t want ash in the house, the windows were mostly closed. And on a warm day without air conditioning, it becomes stifling without the windows open.
I began to really appreciate the clean fresh air that I am usually accustomed to and felt for people who live in places with more frequent pollution and bad air quality. As usual, I realized again how much I appreciate something only once it’s gone, especially the basic necessities in life. And I’m sure I’m not alone in this sentiment.