In A Cloud Of Smoke

When Little Bear woke me for his five o'clock feeding,

I breathed in the smell of smoke.

It was in our house and with as many fires that we have had in the past in Southern California,

I have never smelled smoke in my home from before.

Hottie Husband turned on the news.

We listened until we knew we were still safe and then turned it off again.

"The moon is red!" Toots and Jackie Boy came in exclaiming at 7:30am.

Hottie Husband explained that it was actually the sun and it was the smoke that was causing it to look red.

We are in a cloud of smoke and ash is falling like snow from the sky.

It's hard to breathe.

It is completely still outside. No wind. No breeze.

And although this is causing it to be a bit eerie out and although it means we are sitting in a cloud of smoke, it also means that it is making it easier for those wonderful fire fighters to fight this fire.