The view from my parking structure at USC today - that smoke is coming up from the Bel Air fire. The air is anything but Bel: of course, at work, and in Los Feliz, it's nothing like as dense and horrible as further west, though it's making my already scratchy throat scratchier, to be sure. We're lucky; friends of ours who live down where that smoke is - waiting to see. But in a way, so are all of us, especially if, like us, our homes back up against tinder-dry brush and woodland. This means that we're always looking anxiously outside, wondering where sirens are heading, wondering if the sound we hear is helicopters circling overhead for some ominous reason, picking up cell phone messages about red flag conditions being declared again (and that means we can't park on the street), gauging how much the warm Santa Ana winds have picked up. Of course this is the price one pays for living on a hillside, having amazing views, enjoying the rural. But I wish it would rain.
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