Smokey San Diego

San Diego fires. Again. Sunny San Diego is on Fire and this is not a figure of speech. It’s a strange sensation. Everything is the same but looks different. I walked out my apartment this morning to find my car full of ash. Tania was surprised. She had that look on her face, a mix between wonder, surprise, and curiosity that she makes when she doesn’t have a clue of what is going on but finds something entertaining. I’m glad I know that look.

I took of and drove through the half-empty streets. I had left my window cracked open and my car was full of ash inside as well. It wasn’t that bad, but the dirtiness was noticeable. The weekend was fantastic though. I feel good and even though there is some smoke in the air things are well.