Inferno
I’m working. It’s 4:30 in the morning.
The night has been full of the sound of choppers and train whistles. I just looked out my window. Because of the fires, the air was full of poison today and a massive smoke cloud stretched as far as you could see, creeping out from behind the mountains to spread itself stealthily across the sky. My eyes are burning and stinging, my sinuses are freaking out, my asthma is acting up. The moon right now, as I write, filtered through the toxic haze, is full and round and the colour of blood. When the sun rises, it will be filtered, too, and an angry, brilliant orange.
I’m in Los Angeles county. The closest fires to where we are are still a good distance away. Looking at a satellite map of the activity from the Mexican border up to Malibu, we sit literally in the center of a tight little circle of calm - the eye of the storm. Everything around us, north, south, and east, is ablaze.
Wildfires creating ‘utter devastation’ in Southern California - CNN.com




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Topping off the tank just wastes gas because much of it will evaporate. When the automatic stop at the pump clicks off, you’re done!

