Smoke not fog.

Words fail, as day after day the fires burn, the sky a pall of smoke. The air inside my home smells like campfire and Coronavirus stalks us still. This vibrant city, lost in the future-now of Climate catastrophe.
Still our President and his trove of sycophants stride the halls of power gutting laws enacted to reduce climate crisis, lining their overflowing pocket books further. Another photo and more words at Kendallishere.