It doesn’t take long before the oppressive smoke that forces us indoors begins to affect our mental health. When the apocalyptic-like days linger, I begin to wonder what it might be like if, for some reason, the absence of sunshine was just the way it was. It’s not a pretty thing to consider.
Until the weather pattern changes and forces a clearing of the smoke, this is our normal. We spend the waning days of summer indoors, our thoughts turn toward September, and we long for sunny days and fresh air.
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I came across this current, as of this morning, representation of the current wildfire situation. Sadly, our beautiful western province is, again this summer, on fire.