It’s an eerie feeling coming in to work today. I’ve been deemed “essential” and needed to report to work on time, at 8am.
It has the feel of a Sunday morning; no cars on the freeway, I slept in thirty minutes.
But then there are the odd parts of my Sunday drive.
The thick smell of smoke in the air.
The Starbucks by my home is not open for business.
And as I stood in the parking lot of the Starbucks halfway between home and work, taking photos of the sky for a displaced Californian, it was snowing.
At least, for five seconds I thought it was. The ashes were falling from the sky all around me. I hadn’t seen flakes like this since the flurries when I lived in Denver. For those of you non snow types, large ash, as if you had just thrown a stack of newspaper on the bonfire, or the size of chocolate shavings on a cake.
The sky is a beautiful, serene, yet frightening orange as the sun rises. I hate to leave my son and mother behind at home, but I have a bag packed in my car, and things in a pile should they need to leave in my absence, but as I said, I was deemed “essential”
(picture was not edited for color, as my monitor is darker than most. and if you need to resize, go ahead mods))