It’s been days now since the wildfires and the air quality is still poor. The skies have a yellowish tint today. Not only that, minutes of standing outside makes me smell like a Hickory-smoked human when I go inside the house.
The atmosphere still feels ominous and we are all wondering how long this smoky air is going to last. I don’t mind the yellow tint. Since the tinted skies started, my daughter mentioned something along the lines of living in a vintage portrait.
Tell you what, I’d take this yellow anytime…
Though this was taken at the height of the pandemic at the park, at least the air didn’t smell like smoke yet.
Orange roses are in full bloom in the complex and I intently smelled one today. Though everything remains the same- the rose never ceases to be a rose, we all know things will never be the same.
“How long, Lord, must I call for help,
but you do not listen?
Or cry out to you, “Violence!”
but you do not save?
3 Why do you make me look at injustice?
Why do you tolerate wrongdoing?
Destruction and violence are before me;
there is strife, and conflict abounds.
4 Therefore the law is paralyzed,
and justice never prevails.
The wicked hem in the righteous,
so that justice is perverted.”