This morning, as I walked to catch the bus, my George Carlin-esque, hippy neighbor with the native plant front garden came outside looking surprised. “Is a house around here on fire? What’s with all the smoke?”
“It’s from Canada,” I told him. “It’s blowing down.”
“Whoa, really?!” He stepped back a bit in his shock. “Daaamn!”
My computer and phone have been warning me about “Haze” for the past few days. My phone also has an Air Quality Index message that I didn’t used to have.
It’s surreal to see the faint, white cloud of smoke over everything. Up north of me, it’s even more bizarre. New York looks like it’s on Mars at the moment.
I’m worried about Canada. I wish more could be done to make the environment better.
Sara Mazariegos 