At first, I didn't understand the color of the sky. The sun was shining through an overcast, and there appeared to be little smoke in the air. Still, the ambient sunlight was colored what I'd call California Apocalyptic Orange.
Later, you could smell the fragrant smoke of incinerated pine.
Just so strange these days in Sacramento, with the city positioned squarely between two major forest fires, with smoky air, orange sunlight, skies filled with unfamiliar disaster aircraft - even the dog's water turned orange from the depositing crud. The Drought's Punishment is nigh. The Drought's Punishment is here....
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